Silent silence rolled over the night over the long black forests. On the edge of a cliff among dark centuries-old trees, a small house hid, with a wooden roof and a creaking low staircase. In a small window, the light came from a red, thick candle smelling fragrant wax.

Four crows flew over the house and gurgled loudly, perched on the branches of a huge tree, under the branches of which the house hid.

Large white dark gray clouds covered the sky, they floated towards the black castle, with their pointed turrets, it decorated a small island, a fragment of land surrounded by a huge moat on which it was located. Its walls were equal to the coast of the island, and with the ground, it was connected by a wooden bridge.

In the highest tower, a beautiful old castle, a light came on, in one of the sleeping chambers. In which 6 torches in steel candelabra were lit, from the hand of an obliging servant.

In a small house, nestled on the ground, on a wooden floor, in steel shackles, a young man sat, on the back of which a letter “M” glowed with red fire. His neck was bound by a steel collar, the chain of which went under the bed. The guy's arms and legs were bound together with short steel chains. She wore a leather bandage. On the table, red droplets dripped wax, dripping from the candle, he flowed over the leaning table and dripped from the edge of the table onto the back of the guy who was sitting near the table. The wax flowed over the back and filled the hollows formed in the skin after long incisions with a scalpel and which formed the letter “M”. In the house in high leather boots with steel heels, in a black dress with a high leather belt, and in thin delicate leather gloves, there was a young beautiful girl, whose golden hair was braided by a tight leather cord.

She put her boot on the guy's back, outlining a burning letter with her heel, and heard the guy's voice, his moans and wheezing, from the pain caused to him, they were filled at the same time with the happiness of all that was happening to him and the fact that this creation was made by hands his beloved mistress, who was standing behind him now. Mrs. Marina, stuck her heel into the skin of her faithful servant, who was kneeling, and a red deep fossa formed in the skin, blood rushed to her, and the guy groaned. Marina leaning forward leaned handles on his knee, and pressed her heels even stronger into the skin of the guy, she looked into the only window in the house and saw from him that in her bedroom a light came on, she realized that her servants were already waiting for their Lady, they were preparing her bed, and the bathroom, in which the petals are dipped, of the most lovely grown pink roses.

Outside the door of a small house, there was a golden carriage, with the most frisky Arabian horses harnessed into it. They were driven by the faithful driver of the Lady, the old Green, who had served Lady Marina from her very birth. He reassured the horses, who were hitting the ground wet with the recent rain. “Well, calm down guys, the Lady will soon come out and go home,” he said to them.

Mrs. Marina, looked with her green eyes down at the head of the guy who looked at the floor and clenched his hands in fists, and his legs were under him, he endured pain and tried not to show his torment from pain, because he understood that the Mistress could no longer come to him . “Does it hurt you?” Asked the Lady, in a high gentle and beautiful female voice, full of power and superiority.

“My Lady, I bear the pain, as a means that I must experience in order to communicate with you, in order to feel your touches and caresses, so everything that I now experience is for me, I am grateful to you, my Lady, that you are punishing give me Happiness ”- said the guy feeling like a steel heel penetrates his skin.

Mrs. Marina, took off her glove with her right hand and put it on the table, removing the leg from the body of her slave in love, she took a warm candle from a small plate, and put it on the spot where her heel had previously stood, just below the head on her back . She pressed the candle to the body so that the hot wax would stick to the skin from below and the candle would stick. “Stand neatly my dear, so that the candle would not fall from you, but only cover your body with hot wax and burn your body on the last note” - said Marina in a gentle and stern voice, with her toe of her boot, Marina slightly inflated the body of a slave, "Stand neatly."

The young man straightened up, writhing in pain, he knelt, and froze, so that the candle did not fall from his body, he prayed that Marina would not leave, because he heard the sound of heels heading for the door, he felt that the last test, Marina did last, and now she will leave the house as if created by her for games. Vladimir was the name of a young man standing with a candle on his back, a former guard of the castle, who had previously stood at the gate, felt cold tears streaming down his hot cheeks, and the sound of evaporation could be heard.

Near the gate of the castle, which descended to the mainland, stood a platoon of guards. In the forest, the gang was operating, and it was restless, so hundreds of soldiers were on the alert, when Queen Marina left to play with her slave doggie, she loved to call him.

"Stand with a candle, and when it goes out, I allow you to go to bed, but only then, and now I have to go ... bye my little dog ... I'm leaving" Marina put on her glove, looked around the house, and went to the door She opened it and closed it behind her, loudly hanging the lock that had been dug in before and locking it with a key. Vladimir shivered, he really wanted to kiss the body of the Queen, but for two years now he had suffered enormous physical and mental anguish, but he did not touch his body to his Queen with his lips.

Marina went down the ladder, from the last step she got into her carriage, pointed to Green in a velvet chair and with her finger that he would chase the horses.

“But ...” - shouted Green, and hit the horses with a whip, greased and new wheels crashed into the black earth and rolled over the frisky agility of the horses. Gradually, the house remained behind the golden carriage. Mrs. Marina sat at the window and looked at her property, she squeezed the knobs in her fist, she was pleased to feel the power over the person. Suddenly a white dove flew up to the carriage window, holding a small piece of paper in its beak. He flew through the window and sat down on a nearby sofa, clutching his wings behind his back and opening his beak. Marina recoiled to the back, out of surprise and picked up a piece of paper:

“Dear Mrs. Marina !!! I am the duke of Starinevsky, I invite you to the ancient Rikald Opera, in which a concert will be given in honor of you ... certainly the Most Beautiful and Beautiful Queen in the World !!! I will wait for you tomorrow night at your castle with my retinue. I beg you to please accept my invitations, otherwise I will be the most miserable person in this world ... and die instantly

With deep recognition and respect, Herzog Sergiy Starinevsky !!! ”

Marina smiled gently. At one of the balls, two years ago, she was invited by him to dance, after which Sergius was so dispersed that he began to flood her with tons of flowers, so that at least somehow try to achieve her further position, but everything was in vain, no matter how much he tried , to draw attention to herself, by way of precious gifts and luxurious gifts, Marina did not pay him the attention he demanded of herself; she was not his woman, and this angered him. Marina being a girl of not only beautiful beauty, but possessing a thin, piercing mind, was aware of all the thoughts and actions of Sergius, and consciously disagreed with him on a close friendship, he did not cause her the passionate feelings she needed, and no desire came from him to be faithful and loyal to the husband of the family, and even more so father.Family values, that was the first place for Marina, upbringing of the younger generation. Mrs. Marina, looked at the piece of paper with an invitation, smiled sweetly again, appreciating the idea of ​​a dove that was not afraid of black ravens, flew to her carriage, racing at speed to the cliff, and laid it down ...