I lay on the couch under a blindingly white sheet and stared at the nurse leaning over me. Naughty blue eyes, short brown hair, knocked out from under the headdress, and the lower half of the face, covered by a mask, made it impossible to determine the floor. Involuntarily, his eyes crawled on, slid along his neck, which was closed by a high collar, and rested against a flat chest. But I did not have time to form an unequivocal answer - the nurse straightened up and began to take readings from some apparatus, who was standing next to the couch. From the apparatus, the wires to the thin metal hoops on my wrists and head.

- Indicators are normal. Apparently you just overtired. We'll write you down now. Just pull out the cork - the nurse tore off my bedspread and I understood why sex in a dream was so uncomfortable. Right under the navel, a small tubercle was visible on the stomach, and the ass seemed filled as never before. To bulge there, the cork had to be no less than 25 centimeters in length and I could not even imagine how wide - And you turned out to be quite flexible for a beginner. Do not twitch and it will not hurt, - with these words, she pulled the cork over. And it was painful until my hole, resigned to defeat, did not miss the wide part of the cork. The rest of the way the well-oiled cork did for a few seconds, leaving me only emptiness, cold, shaking legs and nausea, - Get dressed and you can go and rest on a normal bed. Your friend will take care of you. Madam has already identified you in one room.

- Friend? - I looked around. The stool next to the couch was empty, the whole space up to the partitions too.

- It's me! - Ling looked out with a great drama from around the corner, still with the same honeyed voice and friendly smile. I internally shuddered: if I was settled with him, now the exclusion from here has ceased to be a matter of paramount importance and has become a vital necessity.

- You can pick up your friend. Take him to the room and you can go to class. Although, by the way, you yourself know everything perfectly well, ”the nurse said cheerfully.

- Of course! Do not get up, I'll help you.

Ling let me get dressed and helped me get up by throwing my arm over my neck. With one hand he firmly took me by the waist, and with the other hand he firmly took my hand. Now, in fact, he was carrying me. I suddenly realized that Ling is very strong for his build. We left the medical center and faced our course coming out of the next door. I noticed a few curious glances in our direction, but Domzor, in his tough manner, pulled everyone out. Ling chatted incessantly, about any nonsense, while classmates walked by, but as soon as the last of them disappeared behind the door, he immediately stopped talking. Domzor, remaining in the corridor, looked suspiciously at us and slipped into the medical center. Ling grinned disdainfully. Further, in complete silence, we walked along the corridor past the stand with information. Behind him went the same door, only much closer to each other. We stopped in front of the door with the number 7. Pulling a bunch of keys from the pocket of his cloak, Ling opened the door and let me enter.

- You will have half an hour, novice. Get ready, we will have to seriously talk to you, - with these words he slammed the door and locked it.

I looked around. Two beds. To the right of the entrance, everything is as usual: a bed in a corner, next to a bedside table, in the next corner there is a desk with a stool.On the table was a neat black box. Between the table and the bed in the wall was a compartment door. To the right of the door, the composition was completely different: the bedside table and the bed alternated along the wall. A shelf was attached above the bed, just under the perimeter of the bed. A silk canopy attached to it at the edges. At the head of the bed, just under the only window, was a black desk with many lockers. There was no point in explaining obvious things to me - I understood which part of the room belongs to me. To check my hunch, I looked behind the door. So it was: there were two toilet bowls without cisterns, but with an ingeniously turned-out bidet with rounded nozzles for obvious purposes, a sink with a mirror and a shelf for personal items. “Your place is near the bucket,” I smiled to myself. On the other hand, the layout of the room did not allow both of us to stay far away from these doors. “I'll drive him crazy by taking the sink early,” I decided. The nausea caused by the unscrupulous agony of my insides passed and sucking in the stomach reminded me that I had not eaten today. To use the doors without special needs, as I already understood, was strictly forbidden, and Ling, leaving, locked the door. I looked around the room once more and my eyes stopped on the black box on my desk. On top of something was written. "For a newcomer from the seventh room" was listed on it. The box was paper and opened like a pizza box. It turned out to be cardboard dishes: a bowl of semi-liquid gray porridge and a glass of white liquid. Waiting for everyone from this place, I sniffed out the food, but no - it was ordinary oatmeal and milk. I enjoyed eating a normal meal - for the first time in several days! - and lay down on the bed, again falling asleep.

I dreamed about me being taken away. That day we had breakfast, sat in silence. Not a single topic of conversation came to mind, and I suddenly thought - maybe it is for the best? Maybe this is a kind of sign from above, that it is time to break away from my mother's skirt? I am 18, my part-time job may well provide me with quite a comfortable living in a dormitory, but at the same time I never even thought about moving. I used to think of myself as a man, head of the family, and did not even think that my mother needed a spouse, and not just a helper. But even that was not the main thing, probably. The main thing was that I was this state of affairs conveniently...

They knocked gently on the door. Mom and I both got up and walked to the door. Deciding to meet my fate proudly, I quickened my pace and came to the door first. hand on the heck, I suddenly noticed that she was terribly hot. Without giving it in mind, I quickly removed the latch and opened the door. Behind the door was a figure in a loose dark cloak, like those worn by the Nazgul from the famous trilogy.

“Lilith Rosetta Modedesto?” The figure asked in a hoarse female voice, looking at my mother. She did not pay attention to me, despite the fact that she had to move a little so that my head would not prevent her from seeing my mother. I tilted my head slightly to the right, again closing her review to her, and then she looked at me not for long, but very expressively. Under the hood, only the chin could be discerned - the rest was covered by darkness. And all this darkness looked at me very expressively. I felt a dozen prickly, cold, scary looks. Immediately, my body involuntarily moved away from the aisle and stretched out on the counter close to the wall. Now, remembering all this, I suddenly realized that that woman was marked by a falcon. She was not a half-half-half-falcon and not a falcon in the form of a woman, but was marked by this word as a seal.

“Yes, I am Lilith Rosetta Modesto,” Mom said firmly. I looked at her: all white, with perspiration on her forehead, she looked very determined.

- We will enter?

“Yes, come in all,” Mom carefully watched as the figure crossed the threshold, and two more of the same figures flowed in behind her. The difference between them was only in that the front figure was walking. I saw her knees protruding through the raincoat, as the hem flapped when moving. The rear pieces just moved.

Mom went to the kitchen, and the female falcon set off after her. I also followed them, but she did not turn around and threw: “The place” - and the figures stood on either side of me, and I myself was terrified. About five minutes later, I suddenly realized that the “place” was a team of figures and not me, and the horror that held me down was not supernatural. It was an ordinary fright. I carefully looked at the impassive figures standing on either side of me. At first glance, these were empty raincoats. and I was irresistibly drawn to touch them. Coarse wool wobbled easily when I only touched the sleeve. Pulling the sleeve over, I suddenly found that ...