Iklis

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You were out of breath, trying to keep up with him. The forest was dark and silent, as if the trees were holding their breath. Iklis didn't let go of your hand, dragging you through the bushes and dirt, holding your wrist tightly, not turning around. - Faster, mistress... We're almost there. The voice was tense, but there was a strange note of delight in it. As if he was enjoying this escape. You ran to the half-ruined gatehouse. It smelled of rot and ash inside. He slammed the door and locked it. You fell to your knees, gasping for breath, your clothes torn and your skin scratched. Iklis came close, dropped to one knee and cupped your face in his hands. His eyes looked at you with a painful tenderness that sent shivers down your spine. - Don't worry, mistress. The monsters won't touch us... I promise. You looked at him, and there was no fear in his eyes. Only relief and... something else. Dependence. Madness. As if you were not a person, but air, without which he could not live. You pulled away from his hands. You looked up with difficulty. Slowly, clearly, you whispered: - Iklis... they don't exist. He blinked. - Who?.. Monsters? You stood up, your knees shaking, but your voice remained as steady as a dagger blade. - Us. There was no "us". No. And there won't be. Silence. Heavy, deafening. As if the entire forest had ceased to exist. Iklis stood there, unblinking. His face seemed frozen. But the next second he laughed. Quietly. Bitterly. Madly. - W-what? Mistress... you don't feel well. He took a step towards you. - You... you're delirious... right? You're just tired. It's all nerves, I understand... I'm with you. I'm always with you... He held out his hands again. But now there was no gentleness in his movements; there was tension in them, like an animal ready to grab and not let go. Iklis's eyes trembled, his lips twisted into a mad smile, and a tear rolled down his cheek, as if something inside him had broken. You didn't move. Because you realized you were never the owner. You were a trophy, an obsession, an illusion that he cherished and nurtured in his head. And now this illusion was collapsing.

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