Pleasure of pain

I get back to my mirror took my make-up and began painting my creation. I loved it. To do my make-up, it was magical to me. Each brush had different bristles; I knew every one of it in separately way, how to use and when to use every of it. I began to change them by applying this one after another in using colours to the skin of my face. The colour palette had shades of brown, black, and bronze.

 The black shadow highlighted my eyes, which resembled the gaze of a proud, predatory cat, and I enjoyed it, my confidence was growing up, at the same time adrenaline into my veins as well. I began to feel how independent I am, and strong, and no one would extinguish that strength, especially he.

Mine cold, carefully drawn mask of pride was perfect. I was satisfied with it and enjoyed the process as it was perfect teas therapy for my soul, it is not just makeup, its art… A woman can become anyone she wants. It can hide fear and mistrust under the greatest veil, she can become a loving cat or a predatory leopard, she can turn into a cold doll, or a fiery goddess, painting the face is also painting the soul and today my colours are dark and cold. You highlight and draw what you want to see in yourself, what is missing you create, with this art you can change everything in yourself.

I had curbed this branch of art and clearly saw in myself what strokes I would highlight this time. This is the most important thing now - an image that says who you are? How you look is a reflection of your movements. Only an image can give strength and take it away from you and today’s image will determine my future.

-“oh my god..ha ha ha “ I could still hear her laugh which boiled my blood, I looked at that doors “ fucking gods what are they doing here, I’m going to kill him. And no I’m not jealous, fuck him!” told for myself, ha nice lie I thought. Then I understood how long I was taking my gaze on that dam door.

   I turned my head to the mirror brushed my hair may be too hard, because now my scalp was hurting from it and went to my bedroom, my dress proudly was hanging in the closet. I approached my long, black skirt which I created by myself, it reminds me of a ballerina's puffy suit. I wiped the material with my hands, carefully and gently, barely touching it with my trembling fingertips.

So carefully, as if it was about to turn to ashes from careless movement and I sighed only hard and somewhat timidly. It was made up of many stitched pieces of perm tom material that easily fell on my calves, each fold covered my legs but still, you could see it through the material. I looked like a sexy Halloween witch, and this outfit of playfulness and mystery was the highlight of my exhibition.

Black pantyhose stockings with lace covered my legs. It clung to my skinny, pale legs, like a second skin. Sexuality breathed from my every move as if several personalities shared a single body, and the long-sleeping flirt finally woke up. I was feeling it. And this confidence felt soooo, so good.

Usually, the style of dressing did not resemble at all that I could be a designer or an artist. I never was wearing dresses or high heels at school, I only draw them to others, I used only comfortable clothing such as jeans, loose sweatpants, lightweight t-shirts, or shapeless sweaters.

I rarely let go of my long dark hair, it was often tied in a tail, so a lot of people just rejuvenated me. To my annoyance, I felt too immature for such a compliment. But tonight I am a different person, not a modest girl but a sexy woman, sorcerer, seducer, sinful. A black unlined bra, lace all the way to my belly, covered my small breasts while lifting them a little bit, while black tight-fitting tights highlighted my slender waist. A thick, grey, knitted, cardigan with a few black bubbles was part of my set. It also had warmed me up in this damn cold autumn. The cardigan was unusually short it reached only my waist. It wrapped across and around my chest from top to back. Each student, as the final work of the exhibition, was told to create a piece of jewelry with their chosen main collection of clothing.

I was already wearing a chain I had created when my eyes snapped behind a tiny emerald-collared, jewelry box. It was my husband’s wedding gift, a thin gold chain with a fairy pendant, that jewelry hadn’t been worn for a long time. But now I took it.

With a deep breath, I had put on high heels and walked around the room a couple of times. I was trying to improve my gait with every step, even though I was training for a few weeks, but there were still images in my mind as I fall on the podium and everyone laugh at the uncomfortable situation. The last time I walked through the room, then raised my head and opened the door of the room, as if I had opened the gladiator's gate.

From the site, I heard the girl's loud laughter, the baptism of a child, and my husband's voice. Then I saw them. Little Orest had hugged his babysitter while she nailed him. Everyone was comfortably seated on the couch like fucking beautiful family.

-“ You would be a good paramedic, but you are an even better shooter, I hope you do not promise to stop fighting and you will be a volunteer. I haven’t seen any girl shoot so accurately.” My husband has complimented her, like she would be a goddess.

I saw as Kai spoke with admiration for her. He secretly staring at that blonde, she’s amazingly beautiful, and our son Orest, kept touching Sofia's short, fluffy hair, brushing them with his tiny fingers that so easily drowned between her fluffy and soft silk hair.

-“Do you really think so? It heats my blood when I think I can be a sniper and especially when you think in that way too.”

‘She gives him shy smile and her cheeks blush a little bit.

Fucking gods she’s is flirting with him, I can’t believe that this bitch is flirting with my husband at my house, by my child, I want to strangle that fraught and then shake that perfect hair of her.

-“If there was a woman who could shoot and act as a sniper I wouldn't doubt it would be you.”

‘ Seriously? Are you fucking serious? Motherfucker! I rolled my eyes so high that it almost dropped from my head.

-“It would be a shame to leave the shooter, I don’t even want to think about it. “ ’ She gave a sigh.

But I would definitely visit our Orest” Her serious, longing face cheered when she thought of Kai's child.

‘Ok that’s it. I was shouting in my mind with girthed teeth.

- “Sofia, let's go, I want to show you my new drawings!” ’ Orest was shaking his hand in all directions and impatiently jumping from one leg to another.

After jumping, my son eagerly pulled the nanny from the couch, by her arm to lead her to his room.

“-Wait, Orest! haha stop wait…please”; She was giggling as some coyote,

-“Oh come on Sofia I want to show you..” he was holding her hand and pulling her into his room. Orest rolled his eyes because she moved too slowly.

Laughing, the babysitter did not give in to the boy.

-"You will immediately take my hand apart, without my body, like a traumatized ant." ‘She didn’t give up him easily like she wouldn’t want to go from my Kai.

She smiled to the boy” Wow you are so strong and will you going to be like your dad?”

The boy's face just glowed with pride. Sofia always burst with energy in positivity, but not only did she responsibly supervise Orest, but also she came up with all sorts of games and entertainment for him. The boy was just in love with her, looking at such a lovely girl in her own way, always in a good mood, always helpful in service, you felt good just being with her.  But not for me…She was better in all way I wasn’t.

Sofia was different tonight; she no longer looked like a teenager or a little girl. She was only 17 years old but when you looked at her, you could immediately say that she was a strong, colourful woman with a soul to which was not worth arguing or saying something that would offend her.

Although cute in appearance, her eyes burned with self-confidence, they were full of mature, strong personalities who knew what she was capable of and what she wanted from the world. And a new hairstyle has taken off a childish face and given new facial features that it hadn't even seen before. And that grey paint, hidden yellowish hair, and its once long coffers, now barely reached the shoulders.

She also had impressive female body shapes, perhaps from the age of 13, her body lines were reminiscent of a woman rather than a girl, and her large neckline only increased it even more. The elbows sexually highlighted her round butt and long legs. The bright red lipstick adorned the plump lips, and the tiny face was complete without makeup.