The Land Of The Dead

Chapter five: First Victim

Later, at night, Glory was kissing with Source frantically -- until Source attempted to remove her dress. Glory recoiled at his attempt and insisted that she couldn't have sex with him.

Since Source was very obedient to his wife, he respected her decision unquestionably. Glory sat on bed feeling bad for having denying her husband sex.
"Don't feel bad, I understand," Source said as he laid his hands on her shoulders -- behind her -- and leaned on her.

Suddenly, Glory fell on some sort of a trance that made her eyes gloomy. Source was still leaning on her body.

"Why are you refusing your husband?" Shinobia asked. They were in a dark place where one wouldn't name its location.

"I don't want to use him. I have a different plan for him."

"What plan?"

"I can't tell you right now. Wait, where am I, h-how did I get here? Am I dreaming?"

"Failure to bring me a soul, I shall collect yours."

Glory gulped and became afraid. "So you really want me to open my legs for random men?"

Shinobia telekinetically strangled her, "I'm taking yours then."

"I'll do it! I'll do it," she wheezed. Shinobia then let her go.

Meanwhile, Source was busy shaking Glory and begging her to wake up. He was frightened.

As Source was giving up, Glory woke up with a haste as if she had came back to life. "Oh, my dear, you're awake."

"Love."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure, because your eyes...?"

"I'm fine," she responded in a haste.

"Okay, then. You had me scared there for a moment."

The following day, Glory was walking around the palace with her hand on her chin. She was as if she were examining something. Her eyes finally latched on one shy young man, who worked for the king as a messenger.

He was white, timid and thin. "You!" She called. The shy young man looked back and sideways, "me?"

"Yes...you."

He made his way to her with a slow run, "oh, please don't do that -- just walk!" She said. The shy young man slowed down in a fumbling manner, "oh. Sorry."

"Oh, my God, he's even apologizing," she said under her breath shaking her head in a manner of disappointment. "What a turn of."

"My queen." He bowed. "Don't respect me!"
The shy young man got confused. "But you are a queen."

Glory rolled her eyes with a sigh. She then sent him to fetch a basket in the house. After he came back with it, they made a way to Glory's cabin. All the shy young man knew...was that he was going to fetch fruits from the forest with the queen.

"Uh, my queen."

"What?" She turned around.

"We keep passing the fruits, which ones do you want?"

"What's your name?"

"Uhm, you don't remember my name? We were neighbours back in--"

"Young man!"

"Patrick, my queen. P-P-Patrick."

"Urghh..." She rolled her eyes and turned back around and continued walking. "Is there anything about him that isn't a turn-off?" She muttered under her breath.

"Ah, here we are, Patrick." Glory pointed at her cabin.