Mine

2 hrs. 55 min.

Language Russian

Author Elena Lenskaya

Narrator Anastasia Vostrikova

Description

The Beast managed to crawl out of its confinement, and the Tower of Calm, built with such effort, collapsed—crumbled into fine sand, sand of disappointment in its own helplessness. Too much pain had accumulated; the pain fed on anger, and this gruel pressed from within, tearing down barriers built with unimaginable labor. The Beast begged to be let out, luring with sharp adrenaline, but He wasn’t even crying from helplessness anymore—he drove on on autopilot and quietly whispered just one word: "No!"

But the Beast, as before, used a reliable method: it pulled childhood memories from the depths of the frightened boy’s subconscious.

"You little filthy piece of trash! Bastard—eat this fucking gruel, pig!"

Lyudochka always gave him sharp, searing slaps that hurt. And even now he could hear how her palm rang—and he involuntarily tucked his head into his shoulders. Bitch. Doll.

Right then he wanted any—thin, fat—just to be like Lyudochka.

Contains profanity.