Yegorka removed the spatial ring from the bird and with a sinking heart, took out the contents - a beautiful red gift box. He opened the box and ...

«Yes, oh yes… Oh, yeah!» – He said blissfully. Inside, there was a blue round pill with a pleasant medicinal scent. A piece of paper with instructions was attached in the box.

Such a little ball and it cost him almost everything he had. Yegorka was afraid to touch his treasure once again, so he carefully returned it to the box, locked it and placed it in his personal ring. The pill will be on him until the party begins... He will give it to his beloved girl, and she will embrace him pa.s.sionately, and they will join in the graceful and sensual dance right before all the young talents of their kingdom... That was the plan. It was his way to declare that he wanted to be Juno's life partner. And even if her grandfather was against their marriage, he'd convince him otherwise, because the strength was everything in that world, and he had the best talent among the younger generation of the Stones.

His blissful thoughts vanished as soon as he remembered the hated slave. Yegorka couldn't get inside the mansion, he must have been removed from the V.I.P. list. He needed to come up with an idea of how to quickly get rid of the hated trash.

Of course, he could wait for the party, and do everything he needed there... But getting his hands dirty on such a momentous day would be demeaning himself and his bright future. The beginning of the heavenly life of an influential aristocrat shouldn't start like that.

Yegorka took his sound transmitter and called his friend who lived in Boston, like the vast majority of the young members of the Stone family. He was one of the few who stayed at the family's estate because Juno was there.

He could hear the respectful, but not without a hint of mockery, voice of the young man:

«Greetings, Yegorka. It is a great honor for me that you, magnificent and talented, have deigned to call your little friend of no importance…»

«Shut up, Makar. I have no time for jokes.»

«My apologies... How is it going? What have you been up to?»

«I'm not calling for idle chatter. Listen carefully... Take Sicily with you and come both to the estate. I need you to finish off one annoying jerk in Juno's mansion... It's a little over two weeks before the party. It's right your way, anyway. So no complaints.»

«To kill someone? In the mansion lady Juno? Are there possibly any jerks? Something tells me if we try to hurt anyone inside the mansion, they will kill us instead. Are you kidding me?»

«Come on. It's about a slave... I need his life, or rather the speedy ending of it.» – the guy said coldly.

«Yegorka, to get into the park of the patriarch's mansion, we have to turn the world upside down, at the very least! My sister and I aren't allowed near there!»

«I am in the good books of elder Rin. If I ask him properly, he will definitely write you a pa.s.s.» – Yegorka smiled arrogantly. Of course, he is in good books of the elders. Talented people are cherished and revered

«Then why don't you do it yourself?»

«I've been blackballed. I'll tell you why later.»

«I see... And... I do not understand... What the h.e.l.l is the slave doing in lady Juno's mansion?!»

«My babe sometimes needs to blow off steam. I didn't let her beat me. I can't allow be humiliated even by her. So, you've got to cut her some slack here.»

There was a pause, then Makar agreed with a sigh:

«I hear what you're saying. We will do everything, buddy. As long as the elder gives permission... Not everyone can get into the best park of our family.»

«I'll set it up. Come quickly.»

«Until then!»

Makar and Sicily, brother and sister, were Yegorka's old friends, the promising young people of the Stone family. Of course, they are not up to the front runners of the younger generation but it's worth considering they are only 14-15-year-olds. They have a bright future ahead of them.

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They got disconnected. Yegorka closely looked at the entrance to the mansion. That weird slave messed with his head. Usually, the slaves were quickly to expire and meet their end, and that piece of meat didn't only survive but had insinuated himself into the lady's life, ruining her greatness with his pathetic figure.

Yegorka suddenly noticed Flitz come to the entrance accompanied by a hefty slave. Soon they entered the mansion.

…

Juno came out to Flitz, a pa.s.sive observer at the threshold, unhealthily coughing up his sleeve. {Old p.o.o.p, how dared you to screw me with the defective subjugating formation?! How dared you to give me someone who does not know his place in the world?! And how dared you to offend Marina?!} - She wanted to say all that out loud, and even better to beat the sc.u.mbag to a pulp, but her mouth did not open and every part of her body was failing. Instead, the girl just froze on the spot with an indifferent look on her face. It was impossible to know about the storm that reigned in her thoughts at the moment.

The old man looked like he'd gained another 20 years (but who cared, anyway). He was staring at the charming girl, giving her a fake smile:

«h.e.l.lo, baby. Don't eat me with eyes, you scare me. I'm inedible, just skin and bones.»

«I am not... Hi.» – Juno stopped in mid-sentence and nodded slightly.

Flitz called the big guy from behind and casually patted him on the back.

«Juno, meet your new slave. His name is Sashka. No doubt, he will be stronger than the previous one. He will last a couple of days for sure!»

The slave watched the girl, captivated. He had never seen such a beauty in his life. His lady was a real angel! The whole world around her lost color! Especially in the light of his complete loss of s.e.x-drive... The heart of the big man was beating wildly, he hurried to bow.

«Mu-mu-my lady, my respect. Yu-yu-you are very beautiful... So-sorry, I could keep my mouth shut…»

Juno turned an angry look from the disgusting bald bull to the old man.

«You… Old fart… Dared… Again…» – her tongue got pinched with the cage of orders. Her head strove to turn aside, and the legs to leave, but she convinced herself to stay by the force of will.

Flitz frowned in annoyance.

«What I did dare? To bring you a slave? You told me yourself to find you a new one, and now you've suddenly changed your mind? What am I, some low-grade servant, or what?! Do you want me to do a little dance? Pah!» – Flits didn't want to take it out on for Juno for his troubles, so with an effort of will, he stopped resenting and just turned away, displeased. Anybody with eyes could see the old man was really upset.

Juno turned her "indifferent" look at the young bull, who hastily took his away. His cheeks glowed red. He thought he'd been bestowed the greatest honor in his life: lady Juno's glance.

Sashka respectfully babbled in the bow:

«Lady, please take care of me. I will serve you faithfully!»

The girl instantly lost her temper. Inside, she was boiling with a desire to kill. It was all about Kyon's order to hear "I order you" instead of the word "please." That's why it seemed to her that the slave had ordered her to take care of him. He was clearly looking to get killed!

Juno violently pressed her wrist. A couple of seconds later, blonde Anna came.

«Yes, my lady.»

«Anna, send… To the training area.» – the girl nodded disdainfully at Sashka.

«Yes, my lady…» – Anna bowed and took away the contented slave (he had such a wonderful mistress, after all) to wait at the site. The maid was a little confused. Why did the lady need a slave, if she had a servant? But no one was going to give her an answer.

Juno grabbed Flitz by the sleeve of his robe and took him to the bathroom, where it was as dark as under the blanket at night.

Flitz was taken aback when Juno locked the door behind them and exclaimed with a fair amount of anxiety in his voice:

«Hey hey hey! I know I am handsome, and all that, but your grandfather will make a sharpener out of my skull!»

Juno gathered up all her concentration. She remembered the training sessions and tried to imagine that Flitz was imaginary. That she was alone in the bathroom. However, it didn't exactly work as she'd planned, so she wasn't completely free to take part in the conversation.

Flitz was standing in total darkness and had no idea what the girl had on her mind. He hurriedly warned her, just in case:

«If you are up to something, keep in mind - I have a headache, no time, I am busy and in fact, I wore that mask well but I have a husband!»

The girl shook her head as if shaking her mind:

«No! I… not… Flitz… Do you remember the slave you brought?» - to bypa.s.s the cage of orders, she kept Sashka's image in her mind. She managed to exercise some self-deception techniques, after all.

Of course, Flitz thought of the other slave. Why would Juno ask "do you remember" about the one he brought a second ago? If the girl was mentally r.e.t.a.r.ded, it was possible. But she was as far from being stupid as to the moon and back. He knew her too well.

The old man scratched his nose in confusion.

«Um... Kyon was his name, wasn't it? Did you bring me to the bathroom to talk about the dead? Or do you want me to invoke his spirit? Sorry, I do not have the skills of charlatan spiritualists. But I can light a candle for his soul if his spirit bothers you at night, which I doubt very much... After all, if the soul of every slave, ruined by your little hands, haunted you... I would be wearing black mourning clothes today... And then I'd have to bury your grandfather, who died of grief because of the loss of his adored little granddaughter.»

«No, no!» – Juno irritatedly interrupted him. Look at him cracking his jokes! Even imaginary, he was being creative. However, as soon as they talked about Kyon, her subconscious protested right away. The usual orders got activated again. They were forcing her to change the subject as soon as possible because she was strictly forbidden to talk about Kyon.

«Well then, I'll be…» – The girl, bound by the orders started and stopped in the mid-sentence. It took all her willpower to convince the subconscious that she was talking about Sashka and not Kyon. Flitz was imaginary at all, and she was alone there. The three factors got multiplied and weakened the chains enough for her to resist for some more time.

«I order you to cut off his... Cut off... H... Hair and... Round... Where they gr... H... Hea…» – the young lady's voice treacherously trembled. Her lips were not saying what she needed. All she wanted to tell him was to cut off the slave's head, but the subconscious mind kindly reminded her that she should not give orders to kill anyone.

«Round... Round thing... Cut off... Well, this... Thing…» – the girl's subconsciousness in the trap of the formation intended to force her to leave the bathroom again, but thanks to autosuggestion, she won another unnoticed internal battle.

«To cut off his b.a.l.l.s or what?» – Flitz asked dumbfounded. It seemed quite logical: after cutting off the hair, there is clearly no need to cut off the head. And what else is round on the man's body?

«Yes! And… And…» – and again her mouth could not p.r.o.nounce the word "head." Even in her imagination, she was forbidden to kill her vile master. She was really screwed up...

«And cut off his hair, I got the message. Girl, I repeat: you want me to dig up Kyon's body, shave off the hair on his head, and cut off his b.a.l.l.s. Is everything correct?» – the old man's voice sounded extremely irritated in the darkness as if little children were resourcefully torturing him while he hadn't slept for three days in a row.

He was shocked to hear Juno scream with joy at once:

«Yes! Yes! Yeah, oh yeah! I want it!» – The girl was horrified. She had already ordered Flitz to cut off the slave's b.a.l.l.s and hair... And what's next?! If she can't order him to finish the slave off, then what's the point in all that?!

For a moment, she wanted to give up the stupid idea, but her mind obligingly showed her the memories of hara.s.sment, threats to take her honor, even if not in a direct way. And that nasty kiss on the neck... A moment later she made a firm decision: it was too early to give up!

It was true, she couldn't kill him, but she could get rid of his dirty-minded ways. No b.a.l.l.s, no hara.s.sment. He would beat her half to death, perhaps more than once, but she was ready to endure any pain, as long as he did not dare to think about her body anymore.

The girl had just made her decision when suddenly she was even more terrified. The slave had a sound transmitter! He could always use it and change the situation with a couple of pointed orders.

Juno added right away:

«And take away his sound-transmitter!»

Flitz was so impressed by the strange and illogical words of the lady that he could not believe his ears. He lit a match to look at Juno's face, what if she was smiling, joking. But no, she wasn't... Too bad. She went crazy.

«Juno…» - The old man began in an ingratiating, almost admonis.h.i.+ng tone. He winced as if he was looking at a psychopath. - «…Tell me, girl. Did you have cereal for breakfast? Maybe, by accident, there were some suspicious mushrooms with white spots on them?»

When she saw Flitz's face lit by the fire, Juno was scared. Her subconscious mind raised the alarm. Flitz was not imaginary anymore! She took off like a shot, disappearing around the corner. The old man watched her leave, quietly muttered under his breath: «Is she messing with me?» - and followed her at once.