Lilith grabbed Bonnie up the stairs.

She grabbed Bonnie's ankle, who suddenly lost her balance like Achilles, who had been fatally struck by an arrow from the sun god Apollo, and she slammed face down the stairs, her knees and lips and jaw ached, her tongue tasted sweet, her head buzzed, and she couldn't do anything but gasp desperately - Lilith crawled up along her ankles, her body soft, wet, and cold, reminiscent of a greasy, sticky leech— When she was a child playing in the woods behind her home, the disgusting thing came out of nowhere and stuck to her neck, just as it felt now—the suction cups latched and rattled on her skin, her strength drained away, and Bonnie's limbs dangled limply on the hard, cold marble staircase, motionless and completely unresponsive.

"Help!"

Bonnie shouted, thinking she had exhausted all her strength and that her cry should be loud, but in reality, it sounded like a midterm cat humming softly.

"I've already said that," Lilith said with a grin, shrugging her nose as she searched carefully for another place under her mouth, where there was more strength, more blood, and more spirit, her lips pressed against her elastic skin, which made her voice sound strange and indistinct, but Bonnie understood, "You always get in my way." ”

"You can't kill me."

"Of course I can't kill you," Lilith said sweetly, "but I can destroy you, and you won't remember anything." ”

Lilith stroked Bonnie, Bonnie wanted to vomit, she felt frightened and disgusted, that lip found a good place and sucked hard, Bonnie heard the sound of breeding in her imagination, her youth and vitality were sucked away, she was gradually becoming an empty shell, and there was nothing she could do about it—she felt light and comfortable...... It was as if she had drunk too much wine, or smoked marijuana, and her brain had become a mess, and all the sounds, colors, and things had mixed together, and they had stirred and stirred, and finally they had become a milky, soft, crumbling, oh, good quality Camembert; It's an opportunity, no thinking, no compromise, no patience, she's the king of the world, she can do whatever she wants—she can even be happy.

In a matter of seconds, Bonnie would be gliding and happily into the abyss of the black-hole known as the unconscious like a person lying on the ice—if it weren't for the thunderclap and new sharp pain hitting her face.

A bullet grazed the back of her head, pierced Lilith's shoulder, and flew out of her back.

The tumbling bullets churned through her body, and now it was Lilith's turn to scream, but even then, she was still able to hold on to Bonnie, who was still in her prostration, and she grabbed her prey with another handy arm, holding her in front of her...... Her movements were not unpleasant, but she had found the wrong barrier, and the person who fired the shot didn't care about Bonnie, and he fired a second shot, and the bullet went through Bonnie's arm and into her other shoulder, because it had lost some of its impact, and this time the bullet failed to pass through Lilith's body - this was not good news, the deformed bullet got stuck in the flesh and bones, which only caused more pain.

The tearing wound woke Bonnie to her senses, and she struggled violently, and the two women fell down the stairs together.

They stumbled and tumbled up the stairs several times before coming to a stop on the platform, Bonnie was pressed under Lilith, one foot sticking out at an odd angle to the ceiling, she was broken, white bone stubble piercing through the skin - someone turned on the light.

It was not the light of a mansion, it was white and bright, sharp and clear, and everything was reflected in it, and the beams moved, from the ceiling adorned with gold leaf glass mirrors, to the crimson velvet-wrapped walls, then the black marble with silver dots, and finally fell to a halt on the two women—Gucci Hefner held a gun in one hand and an emergency lamp in the other, and the light from the high-pressure sodium lamp was highly penetrating, whether it was Lilith or Bonnie, except for the scorching sharpness, Nothing can be seen outside of the golden-white light.

Bonnie gasped, she couldn't see, but her fingers could still touch—her senses had become very dull, but she could still sense her body—was getting older, her skin was loose, her muscles were soft, her hair was falling out, she wanted to speak, but her teeth began to pop out as soon as she opened her mouth.

"Help me." She cried out with her mouth pursed.

"See what we've found?" Hefner said stiffly, "I'm surprised, Hopkins, and though I want to believe you, I really didn't expect anyone to be so stupid as to look for prey in this almost sealed space, and again, and again, she thought everyone else was as stupid as she was?" ”

"It's not too stupid," Hopkins responded, "maybe you're to blame for it, Hefner." All the girls are under your tight control, including your future wife, you treat them equally, she is restricted from going out, and every time she travels, she is followed by more than half a dozen servants, chauffeurs, bodyguards, and reporters, and she has to avoid hundreds of pairs of eyes and ears no matter what she does outside. But in the mansion, because you and your guests have the little privacy that is so important to them, it is heavily guarded from the outside, and internally—at least as far as I can see, there are no surveillance cameras in many places, no gardens, no pools, no terraces, not to mention rooms, bodyguards and servants rarely stay in the mansion, and only stupid little girls can come and go here freely—they drink, smoke marijuana, take saunas, hate each other, and preferably ignore each other—and most importantly, The bunnies here rotate frequently, and a large percentage of them will leave the mansion or even the entire rabbit business before they show signs of aging—even if they age faster, they and their doctors will only think it's because of their old debauchery and debauchery - and she doesn't have to worry about being stepped on by that black tail...... Well, maybe Bonnie was the exception, so she got a special treat. Hopkins' gaze rested on Bonnie's dry, messy gray hair. I'm sorry you used this method, Mr. Hefner, and there are many ways to show her feet. ”

"I don't care about Bonnie or anything, and I don't want the outside world to get involved in this." Hefner said rudely, and he raised his hand, and the beam of the emergency light swayed between Bonnie and Lilith, and the two women huddled in the corner, covered in blood, one alive and the other dying, frozen in the light like a cautionary painting. "You don't understand, Mr. Hopkins," he recounted affectionately, "I'm not going to let her go to court, to jail, that would be too cruel to her." God testifies that I love her, that I used to want to marry her, that I wanted to have a child with her. ”

"Oh, Hefner," Lilith cried out with sobs, "Hefner......"

"I'll have to say," Hefner's voice suddenly became sharp and thin, "before I connected Monica's affair to you, it did." He raised the muzzle of his gun, "Repent, Lilith." You have to thank God that I will give you a clean death. ”

"Wait!"

"Five minutes for you, that's enough, Lilith! Pray, or I'll kill you right away!" ”

"Wait, no, Hefner, all right! God who deserves to go to hell! Listen to me, I have every right, I have the right to do that! Lilith amplified her voice abruptly, she staggered to her feet, her bleeding had stopped, and Hopkins put a hand on Hefner's shoulder, motioning for him to pay attention to Lilith's. The shoulders were bare, the flesh was blurred where the bullet had entered, and the blurred flesh was wriggling, the skin, the fat, the tissues, the muscles were constantly changing, it was like an open and chewing mouth—the metal bullet was pushed out, the mouth was closed—in contrast, Lilith was rapidly aging, first the corners of her eyes, the corners of her mouth, then the drooping cheeks, wrinkles piling up on her cheekbones, her hair tarnishing, like moldy straw that had been exposed to the sun, and the deposited spots appeared on the skin than the surface...... She squirmed as if she was going to resist something, but finally she bent down helplessly, and her shriveled nipples fell out of the collar of her clothes that had suddenly become loose.

Hefner observed her, and he watched the whole process of change, and the expression on his face became more and more strange: "Malena? ”

"That's right," Lilith, no, it should be Marlena, Gucci Hefner's first wife, with a strange smile, "It's me, Gucci Hefner." She bent her withered fingers and tugged at the collar: "It's me, your wife." ”

"But...... Monica, Monica...... How can you!? ”

"Why can't I, she came to me and ordered me to leave you, of course, at that time, I was still Lilith Meyer - I was naïve, I proved my identity to her, I hoped she would support me, but it turned out that Gucci Hefner, like you, was an ungrateful scumbag—she rejected me and called me a monster! I am her mother, I gave birth to her, I raised her with great pain, and I fell ill for her, but this little bastard, she gave me a knife when we divorced, and a knife to me ten years later! Rejoice, Hefner, she is exactly like you, she has only your blood in her veins, and I can't find a trace of mine in her! ”

"So you killed her!"

"I didn't." Malena said calmly: "I just took back my own things, which I gave her, and I have the right to take it back." ”

(To be continued)