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English visions of Manson Sisters
Фелисити Ч. Мэнсон:
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Фелисити Ч. Мэнсон: Felicity was sitting on her bed and whistling. She had nothing to do, like always since the day her dad was closed in the basement. Marycat rarely ordered her to do anything since than, Felicity wasn't bored. She was daydreaming of that her whistling woluld attract butterflies. Thousands and thousands of butterflies in her room, so she could swim in the Butterfly sea. Butterflies are like pain, She thought.
Маркисса Мэнсон: Marycat went downstairs; she has never felt herself so happy. But she knew that Felicity wasn’t as happy as Mary. It was terrible for Manson, but her sister really loved Charles. Why? – it was the only question, wich Mary wanted to know. But she had already known it and it was the horror of this situation. -Felicity! Let’s play in the garden I have racquets! – the racquet, witch Mary was holding in the hand seems that it was torture instrument.
Фелисити Ч. Мэнсон: Felicity stopped whistling for a moment and looked on her sister, then on the raquets. - What would we play with those? Your games, or common ones? She felt lazy - she new Marycat is going to win - what's the use playing, but it was a chance to get on the street and do at least something. - Would you catch me a butterfly, then? - she added, because it was connected to her last thoughts, and Felicity wasn't sure, if she meant she wanted a butterlfy. It might have been a question about pain.
Маркисса Мэнсон: Felicity was always dreaming about pain, Mary understood, that she couldn’t give her sister enough pain, just because there was no daddy with girls. -I said, we are going to play. Don't make me sad, Fely, or you won't get any butterfly. - she smiled cruelly and came out. She was sure her sister would follow Marycat. It is just beginning of our life.
Фелисити Ч. Мэнсон: Marycat says we should play, so we would. - Felicity whispered - She is a Mistress, not a pretty little Creature, no. - she reminded herself and smiled. She was the one in the house Mary could punish - Beckett was not in the list, so it was pretty clear - her twin would bring her pain anywhay, for there is no choice. Happy from this understanding , Felicity jumped from the bed and followed Marycat in the garden. I can speak with the squrells there, and they'll tell me where to find nuts. I could bring some to Daddy... -Marycat, wait, please! I'll be a good player!
Маркисса Мэнсон: It was a wonderful day no sun and no wind. Manson made a deep breath, her cat jumped from the roof to the next tree. -Fely... Did you feed Kleopartra? There are no birds in our garden.- Marycat has never felt sorry for people, but she was crazy about animals. - Never mind, Bekket will do it. Marycat tossed up the racquet and scream -Catch it! Manson laughed loudly.
Фелисити Ч. Мэнсон: - I want to jump like your cat - said the girl instead of answer. - Should I eat her food to do so? I better ask Mo.. Beckett. Catching a raquet was not a kind of game the little masochist wanted to play. She raised her head and looked up - no sun, so nothing stopped her from seeing and catching the raquet. But, instead, she stood under the way of it's flight and waited. I'll catch it with a nose - she thought - Fun it would be. Surely, everyhtig that happened is that the raquet fell down on Felicity. She mades a squeal, and jumped back. She started nosebleeding and laught - she saw white flies of pain in front of her eyes and it was pleasure. - I've cathed it, Marycat!
Маркисса Мэнсон: -I think, we should give Bekket time for rest - said Marycat pensively. She knew Bekket had become himself not long ago and every free second he spend in his room. While Marycat was reasoning about her brother, Fely caught the racquet, but of cause in strange manner. Marycat came to the laughing twin and gave a slap in the face. Mary's hand pained with sister's blood. -You soiled you dress and my hand...- said Manson in a sweet voice. She griped the hands round Felicity's neck.
Маркисса Мэнсон: ООС: Did you like it?))) and
Фелисити Ч. Мэнсон: - If Beckett wants to rest, I am not against it. Felicity was not nervous about her brother - she was pretty sure Mother-Beckett would be able to cope with the situation. But, Marycathreen worried, so it was logical for Felicity to agree with her and start worrying. -Oh Mary - - she gasped, feeling cold siser's hands on her neck. -I would not be like this anymore. Even if there was a begging in her voice, she didn't even try to resist, pointless little Creature - she called her self like this and acted like she felt.
Маркисса Мэнсон: Marycat smiled with sweet poisoned smile and made Felicity kneel down before her sister. Mary looked satisfied. Her hands were still lying on Fely’s neck. -Good! – said Manson. She scratched the chin of her sister using right hand. There was sugary blood under nails. Marycat slowly licked her fingers and smiled again trying to strangle Felicity by one hand. Actually she couldn’t kill her, but she gave her more and more colorful pain.
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