by him. Is there any reason for me to trust him? At least I am not his enemy. In an amicable way, we should be with him. Although, he said that he did not want to leave this place, he liked it here, he suggested that I stay here. What nonsense. How can I stay here? And for what? I have my real world. In any case, I will be pulled out from here upon awakening.

- Not. - He said just as quietly. You will not. If you want. Now you do not want. You are connected with the real world. There is a connection.

- Can you read my mind?

- Of course. I am yours - completely. And you are mine - no.

But I did not even want to clarify with him how and why. And true. Why do I need to know this? The old man was right. For some reason, I believe the old man. If he wanted to hurt me, he would just shut me in here. After all, I was there, with him, at his complete disposal. He could lead me anywhere, say anything. There was no need to invent anything. Therefore, I will not go into details, but simply follow my goal - to bring the subconscious mind out of this place. But now the question of confidence in the baby. Does he lead me to the exit?

We walked past small pockets, like shop windows. They stretched to the right along the entire corridor. I could not help but notice what was in them. It terrified me. Perhaps this is the first, after the hyenas, that plunged me into real fear, and for the first time I became afraid of this place. These were female bodies. Without a head and without hands. At the same time, the hands and heads were not somehow chopped off or removed, the bodies looked like hands and heads and should not be. In each such pocket there was one body. They just floated motionlessly in the air, and, rather, looked like statues. But when I looked, I could hardly distinguish it from real living bodies, bodies that were just frozen, as if on a huge photograph. We walked slowly. I peered into every body. All of them were similar, but differed by common forms. Slender legs, a small neat chest, then a big strong hips, turning into a thin waist, the upper part of the body was decorated with a large rounded chest. And between strong thighs, neat, but prominent sexual lips are so gentle and even. They attracted my view, I looked at this place more than the rest of these strange, but shocking bodies. And they stand here, without any obstacles between me. The kid took a step towards the body, in front of which we stopped.

“Where are you going,” I yanked his hand, while feeling my heavy breathing. - Need to go.

- I just touch it. Want. Not for long. - He released my hand and stepped to the body.

He had already stepped on one step out of three, which led to a slight elevation, above which the body rested.

- Not. Not. - I said, but my eyes stuck to the forms, ran over them, devoured him, unable to get enough. Unbelievable efforts cost me to bite the bullet, to step forward with a flourish, to catch the kid's hand and pull it back. - Not! Quickly, we leave.

He looked at me, then turned his eyes back, stretched out his hand to the floating body, spreading the fingers of his palm. Like a little child whom his father pulls away from the counter with bright toys.

- I ask you, we go, it is not necessary. - I softened the tone. Whether from fear, or simply tried to take a different approach, changing the stiffness to persuasion.

The kid resisted. I looked at him, trying not to look up. The magical attraction of a flawless body acted on me.

I pulled him by the arm, pulled him a couple of meters away, slapped his face lightly with his palm.

- Come, come. Go ahead, look ahead, only forward. Help me find a way out.

Reluctantly, he walked further along the corridor. Relieved, I followed beside him, tightly holding his hand. It's easier for me to control myself than him. We must rather go this way. I quickened my pace, then switched to a light run.

- Come on, wait a little, we need to go through this faster. - I told him.

We rushed past a dozen of these windows. All female bodies. For every taste. Tall, tight, low and slim. Is there really a whole combination of possible builds? For what? Who needs them here? Again questions. You should not think about it, the main thing to get out. And then, why would these answers be needed when I no longer see this stronghold? I can not tell anyone about it, I can not get here again. She will remain my dream, just one moment from the life that I think I am saving now.

We reached the end of the corridor, to some passage that again leads to the unknown.

- This way? - I asked my companion.

He nodded. I looked at him carefully.

- You are not fooling me? Right? Will you help us get out of here? - I asked everything and asked these questions, as if I wanted to catch him in a lie.

- You can think. Weigh. You know more. I'm with you. But here is good too.

- Maybe, but there are places where it is better. And we should be together, you should not be corrupted by this place.

Next were the rooms, large and small. Very monotonous and almost empty. They were connected by small passages, which we all quickly passed. I was led by a boy, I followed him blindly. Apparently, for a long time staying here, he well recognized the citadel.

I do not remember the last room in which we were, all this running around mixed all the space into a single mess of dark and concrete. I felt fully myself only lying on a pillow, which I gripped tightly. He opened his eyes the second time. Sensations of reality recovered. Near lay the phone. I brought it to my eyes with, as if, rusty and tight eyelids. The clock showed seven zero five. Five minutes before the alarm.

I did not wait for him, although I had such a desire. Since yesterday I went to bed late, I set the alarm ten minutes later. As if the extra ten minutes will lead me to cheerfulness.

At work, I crossed over with Julia when I went to the dining room for a lunch break. We still had a nice chat. I do not know why, but I felt like some kind of guilt in front of her. Maybe because then, on Saturday, I didn’t run after her and didn’t do everything that tempted me while I watched her go. Maybe for the fact that tomorrow night I will go to Nastya to help take her things. Or maybe for the fact that even now, sitting with her, my eyes inadvertently, for a moment, but cling to the beautiful female forms, hidden under the tight clothes of passing girls. But the correct answer, I think, will make up all these reasons combined. And yet, to look at the tender and beautiful face of Yulia Soboleva is much more pleasant to watch. I am pleased with this fact.

But I continue to delay in dealing with her. What am I waiting for? Maybe I am looking forward to meeting Nastya to check whether lust and debauchery weigh heavily on me. What if their onslaught is no longer so strong, that if a meeting with Julia, a beautiful and pure Julia, will discourage my desire for slutty whores? I think that would be great.

On Tuesday, Yulia for some reason asked about the evening. I was embarrassed and could not immediately come up with an urgent and urgent matter, which, moreover, should be obliged to fill my time completely. And it looked pretty stupid. From the side it looked exactly like a hastily thought up reason. However, Julia did not give a look, smiled sweetly, pretending that she was completely satisfied with my answer. Okay, so be it for now. I will definitely decide something. Not now, not today, but by the weekend. But how could I miss this moment? Citadel. After all, I am close to getting out of it with my subconscious. But then the whole wave of joy subsided just as it came. Who said a stupid dream would somehow heal me? How can I even believe in everything that happens in the citadel. Incredible. I still, being here, in reality, did not even seriously think about the events that take place in the citadel. I have not analyzed the information that I recently received there. All my thoughts remained in my sleep. Hyenas, subconscious ... After all, if I get rid of my fantasies, I can open my feelings to Yulia. And if I do not get rid of? What if a dream about a citadel, ... Read more →