"Karin Lowachee - Warchild" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lowachee Karin)

couldnтАЩt wake up from.
Then another man entered. Tall, with spiky silver hair, a
smooth face, and smooth blue eyes that didnтАЩt blink as they
looked at you for one long minute. He came to the corner and
took your hair, rubbed it between his fingers like youтАЩd seen
Mama do with silks on station promenades. He said, тАЬLovely
color. Like sable.тАЭ
You couldnтАЩt retreat. The bulkhead stood behind you like a
guard. The man touched your cheek and rubbed like he had
with your hair, took you by the ears and looked into your eyes,
his own unblinking, they hadnтАЩt blinked once. The blue irises
were like welding flames. He looked into your ears and ruffled
through your hair, made you open your mouth like the first
creatures had done, and put his fingers in and pressed your
gums. You coughed, tried not to gag, eyes watering because
you knew if you bit down this man might kill you. He forced
your chin back and looked at your throat, then lifted your
hands and inspected your fingers, your nails, your knuckles.
Then he stepped back.
тАШTake off your clothes.тАЬ
It was cold and you shook. You shook from more than the
cold. You couldnтАЩt move.
He reached into a cargo pocket on his jacket and pulled out
a cigret. тАШTake off your clothes.тАЬ
While he struck the end of the cigret with the silver band of
his finger lighter, occupied, you moved obediently. Fear filled
your mouth, tasting like ashes. You stared at the floor and
stood there naked, goose-bumped, holding your pants and
sweater and underwear in your hands. Your tag lay cold
against your chest.
He took away the clothes and tossed them across the room.
You tried to cover yourself. He bit his cigret between his
teeth and grabbed your wrists, turned you around and raised
your arms, turned you again and again like the mannequins
youтАЩd seen in shop windows on station. His eyes went
everywhere on you and his hands followed, pressing and
prodding and lifting. You were too scared and embarrassed
even to cry. It was hard to breathe.
Then he let your arms drop and walked to your clothes,
picked them up and tossed them back.
тАЬDress.тАЭ
The smoke from the cigret stank like rotten vegetables. He
watched as you pulled on your clothes. You knew he watched
even though you couldnтАЩt raise your head. It was a fight just to
keep your whole body from shaking violently.
He came forward again and lifted out your tag, looked at it
front and back, then longer at the front where the image was.
тАЬJoslyn Aaron Musey. What kind of sissy name is that?тАЭ
Did he want an answer? You couldnтАЩt speak anyway. Your
throat closed. You couldnтАЩt raise your head and now you did