VIII

"Go to Set's church and the Saint will tell you where to go next. Get away from home. Run as far as you can. You will find. Dragon is alive," he mumbled all that as he passed her, pressed the Stop button and quickly got out as soon as the vehicle stopped. She looked around. Nobody reacted, everything was normal. Was this told to her or is it just the raving of alcohol and drugs.

After 10 more stops she finally arrived. She walked past the market, picked up a Wrobs service in the neighborhood for the latest services, and after a 5-minute walk arrived in front of her house. At the command of her voice the door opened, the light came on, music was heard and the voice of welcome of Hommy, her new human-like robot house steward. He chatted happily as he brought coffee and cakes and asked how the young lady had spent the day. And then he looked at her and opened his mouth in surprise:

"Whoever tattooed you must have some new type of tattoo technology," and with his finger, covered with the finest vinyl, gently touched the valley of her neck next to the collarbone, "Here you have a winged creature as if pulsing under your skin." With his other hand, he handed her a mirror so she could see for herself.

She almost screamed in horror when she saw a bloody winged miracle fluttering like a living thing. Miniature, but still recognizable. It was a bat! How, where?! She looked at her watch. It's already four in the morning! Not possible!

She was at hospital three hours ago. Wasn't she? Or, maybe... Oh, that's impossible.

She just talked to Larry a little wh... at the thought she started to get excited again.

She quickly drank her coffee and ate a couple of cookies.

"Hommy, I'm going to take a bath, so I'm going to bed. I had a busy day and an even harder night."

As she lay relaxed in the hot tub, she began to think again of meeting the dark Smirnoff. Felt the sweet tingles deep inside.

She took her sexy toy and began to masturbate. She reached the climax very quickly. She had a wild love affair with Larry in her mind, but what stunned her was that Damon was there, but somehow bigger, bigger, stronger, and he was taking her. It was as if they were all intertwined. She gently froze and moved to a connected room where there was soft music to relax. As soon as she lay down, she immediately sank into a deep, invigorating sleep, only Damon muttered more.

A avatar of a large wolf appeared.

Day. Grayness and darkness with the sight of the sun behind heavy leaden clouds. A storm is brewing, but it is not cold. It's kind of nice, tucked away. She walks slowly through the streets of a city unknown to her. He's watching. Everything is desolate and ruined. Apocalyptic scenes are changing. On the left side of the corner of her eye, she seems to see a shadow approaching her. Panic grips her and something tightens in her throat. She's looking to escape as soon as possible. It speeds up the pace. Run. Nothing is heard. It's like she's in a silent movie. The boulevard in front of it is huge, as if it leads to infinity. She would like to turn around. To see who is chasing her. But she can not. Something's wrong with her. Darkness looms over the landscape. Darkness follows her and she feels the cold that wants to grab her. Suddenly two red eyes shine in front of her. This is her dragon. Dragon is alive! She moans in her head.