in my plans. I dig at the nails of one hand in his back and with a quick movement I scratch the skin between his shoulder blades with a razor. Loy shudders, makes an animal roar, and I feel his seed fill my bosom, a moment later I shudder again, shaking me, for a while I almost lose touch with reality.

When I completely come to my senses, Loy still hugs me tightly and gently sucks on my lower lip. He lowers my hips down, holding me up, plunging into me completely, giving me the opportunity to fully feel that we are one.

“I want us to remain inseparable,” he whispers, “no matter what.” We will leave the city, when everything is predetermined, I still have ways. We are two. You will always be mine, you will not get to anyone. I will rather kill you than allow another man to insert his penis into you, your body just for me. I may be ugly and old, but I have money, I will not refuse you anything, and every night I will fill you until you scream with delight, begging me to enter even deeper.

I embrace him, pressing his head to my chest, I know that my body took him for the last time, and I try to remember the feeling of his big and still slightly twitching member stretching my vaginal wall. Loy loosens his grip, today he doesn’t intend to pour into me twice, his body comes out of my vagina with a sob, I gradually lower my legs, feeling his sterile seed running down him, which he always pumped me over the edge. I watch as he tucks his relaxed cock in his pants, and turns away from me. I grab his hand:

- I scratched you, forgive me, - I say gently, - you are bleeding, let me treat your back. Let me take it just a minute.

Loy obediently sits on a chair. A strange thought flashes in my mind that he several times put me on his dick in this very chair. Will I really miss him, that sensual bliss, closely cohabiting with disgusting disgust? I take from the leather pouch a piece of shabby matter, which the grass got to me, and put it to the cut from the razor on Loy's back. This tissue covered ulcers on the body of a sick man who had burned down in just two hours this morning. I press the fabric as hard as possible until Loy, impatiently, rises from the chair and walks away from our room. I don't know if I did something, but I want to believe it. And I thank heaven, when in the morning I see the face of Cerberus blushing from the rising heat, how fatigue and illness are reflected in his eyes.

5. I run, that there are forces in the direction of the mines, on the way I meet people who are barely wandering, I should stay away from them - they are sick, this is evident from their movements and their eyes. They are sentenced, I am in the infected area. But self-preservation leaves me, I need to get to the coal house as soon as possible. I'm just pushing away traveling to my meeting. There is a priceless paper in my hand, and Yang is waiting for me in front. I paid a high price, but it's worth it.

I almost break into Big Frey's house, screaming from the doorway:

- I did what you said. You can take this rotting city.

Under his surprised and slightly confused look, I take a breath and speak more calmly:

- I could not kill him, I would not have enough strength. But he is doomed, he will die in the next few days, he is infected, the disease has already knocked him down, he is unlikely to hold out until the evening. Will you open a big house?

Frey gets up and looks at me for a long time. He does not believe me, I know. But he must understand, must see that I am ready for anything for the sake of a man whose life now depends only on him. And he understands.

“I order my man to open a big house for you, but no more than ten minutes, otherwise I will not be able to restrain its inhabitants.” Just what do you want from that?

I do not understand what he wants to say, but the mine manager bypasses me and closes the door behind me.

“The one you are looking for left the city a few days ago, isn't it?”

Big Frey stares at me closely, he stands very close, I smell the pungent smell of his sweat and bad teeth. There is a smile on his face.

- In the big house there is no one except the people working there. Of those who left the city earlier, no one returned. They are said to have been killed by soldiers approaching the city, until it was decided to open a mobile hospital to organize quarantine.

I cannot fully understand what he is saying to me, my hand compressing the paper falls limply.

“You want to know how I know about Jan?” - he publishes a chuckle, - Grass. You always trusted the little girl. But where should she go if not to Big Frey when everything turns into a fiery hyena? She needs protection, and I need to fucking Loy die, so that I can spit on his rotting corpse, - Big Frey angrily knocks his fist on the wall, next to which we stand, his eyes do not detach from me - and as a victorious trophy take his woman.

In one motion, Frey undoes the fastener of his pants and lowers them to his knees, releasing his male tool. At this moment, I guess why Frey was called Big. His penis is like a club with a huge blunt knob, I raise my eyes to his face and in fear put my hands in front of me. Two shots are enough for him to stop resisting and shut up. Then he knocks me to the floor and takes a greedy kiss on the lips, cheeks, neck, like a madman. I'm still twitching and trying to turn my face away, but this only excites him. I’m not trying to scream anymore, fearing that he will strike again, and what is the point, the only person who could protect me would lie down and die in heavy agony before he knew what had happened to me. Frey's hands, meanwhile, both climbed under my skirts, where they feel my vagina. He no longer kisses me, does not try to shove his tongue into my mouth, he focuses on shoving as many fingers as possible into me. Then he lifts up and tears the dress on me, exposing her breasts, which immediately begins to lick and knead, leaving bright bluish marks. Frey falls on me. I still twitch, although I understand the futility of my resistance.

- I like the way you rub about me, - Frey mutters, - you pretend that you are special, that I am not worthy to have one like you. But I see how you look at my sword, how you want me to pierce you with them. You're a Cerberus whore. Why don't you be my whore? You will squirm on my dick and eventually you will love him. I know that he is ceremonious with you, as with a noble lady. And I just want, bitch, so you spread her legs, and tightly hugged my dick. You want to feel the real man, you are about to flow.

All red and sweaty from tension and excitement, Frey finally spreads my legs and pinches them with my knees so that I cannot reduce them. Then he sends the penis into the vagina and presses down hard. My eyes are filled with tears of pain, I start to scream at the top of my voice, feeling the tender lips turn inwards when the dull and wide head of his penis is trying hard to sneak into my dry canal. Big Frey mimics my cry, he spits on his fingers and rudely stuffs them into me. After a few seconds, his body penetrates inside, and the man takes it hard to force me, clasping the buttocks with his hands and putting his lips into the skin of the neck and chest. The head of his dick is hollowed into my insides, his eggs flop about my buttocks. He stubbornly hammered into me, repeating: "Quiet, bitch, you are about to like you."

The old wooden floor beneath us frantically creaks, my body has shifted a few feet under its onslaught, I breathe heavily and with each of its particularly deep movements I whine from pain.

- Quietly, whore. You're so narrow and tight inside. Maybe Cerberus has flown you to a completely different place. I know how, in the old days, he could turn all the insiders to whores. But then we'll check your ass too. Move, bitch, sweep. You love when you have a big fat dick, like all women.You just give free rein, and you will find yourself the biggest and fattest member and will pray to him. ABOUT! What a little hole you have is small.

Big Frey again spits on his fingers and starts fiddling between my legs, without fully taking out his penis. After that, he again falls upon me, breathing in my face, and starts moving back and forth faster. It is as if his body is dancing some wild dance on me, his butt jumps so high that I see him flashing behind his back as he lowers his head to my neck. It all accelerates the pace, and from time to time his hands touch my body, grab my breasts, sometimes they burrow between our thighs and touch the delicate folds of skin with their fingers.

- I feel straight as you are all stretched on my dick, a little more and tear. And you can suck? I want to try your mouth.

He sharply pulls a member out of me, grabs me by the neck and draws me to myself. I do not have time to find a foothold, my hands wander in the air, as he stuffs a penis head into my mouth. My teeth pass over her, and she breaks into my mouth. Frey grabs my head with his hands and begins to stick it on his body, more and more, until he begins to penetrate my throat. I do not have time to start choking, as his hips are beginning to twitch, and he reaches a peak. He does not remove the penis from my mouth and thus forces him to swallow his seed. I'm coughing. He makes a couple more pushes and lets go of my head.

I fall down on the floor and try to catch my breath. It doesn’t bother me that Big Frey spreads my legs and opens with my fingers the entrance to my vagina, studying it.

“I didn't stretch you loosely, bitch Cerberus,” he says imposingly, patting my sex lips, plunging a few fingers inside, “You will get used to my size.” Will you be my personal whore? Do you know what they do with whores who work on the street? - his voice became colder than steel, - Do you know what the coal miners are doing with their holes when they come back from the mines after weeks? And what happens to them when they fall into the hands of someone from Cerberus thugs?

“They get used to it,” he says after a moment's pause, his voice becomes softer, “their flesh is torn, but then it grows together, the feeling of pain dulls. I offer you the privilege of being the whore of one master, before you had one master, now another, only with a richer member. You will soon love this feeling, you will beg to shove my root entirely into you, you will beg me not to stop - he slaps his balls - he produces a lot of seed, I can drop him into you several times a day, I have enough strength. One never knows, and you carry from me, Cerberus, they say, and was not a man. And I have already been a lot of whores. Come on, get up, but do not wipe yourself between your legs, let it be so, this is my stigma on you, - Frey laughs - and I want you to be there next time, but it is hard to stick a member in your hole.

I hardly rise, trying not to look in his direction, I can barely make out his words, in my head it’s as if a swarm of bees are buzzing. My legs are shaking and barely holding me, I have to lean my hands on the wall so as not to fall. Gradually I reach the door, open it and find myself on the street. I do not know where to go, different options flash in my head, but none is saving for me. I turn around and go to the warehouses, past a large coal house. Now there you can meet marauders, but I hope they still do not know that Loy-Cerberus is no longer their leader, and I will be able to pass them by. I know the way behind the old buildings, where coal is stored, tools, clothes, and if it is not blocked by the military, I can go to the steppe. I know that this is a dead end, that there is a mountain steppe beyond the city, and there is Peschanka in the steppe itself, but I am ready to take the risk.