The station was empty. After a few minutes, a train came. We got on the train. A group of eight men in uniform were in the compartment, nobody else. The train moved along its dark underground path like a fluttering wind.
I was not allowed to talk to her or anybody else. I am the slave under the detention of the queen, sat silently on a seat.
Do I need to suffer all of these humiliations for a few moments of pleasure? Again and again, I asked these questions.
I looked at the Queen. Her vigilant eyes were monitoring me. I realized one thing from that experience, that, lust is a priceless and endless emotion. It is too powerful to seduce anybody. It can create war, peace & ideologies. Like that, the people serving the lust are ready to sacrifice for it. They are running behind it to be blessed. They are jumping from continent to continent for this pleasure. They are spending huge money to serve it. Yet, the lust doesn't have any mercy on them. It would torture them. Perishing and humiliating, giving all the troubles. What a tragedy is this..!
Why did I come to Paris, to enjoy the fun of a dark lust or for business? It is very pathetic….! So, who I am, a senseless idiot, or an innocent victim of lust?
Better don't think further about this tragedy. Just think about her valley of lilies. Otherwise, I will get mad. I closed my eyes and listened to the rhythmic running of the train.
Like a roaring tempest, the train rushed ahead through its mysterious murky tunnels. Where are we heading to? I don't know much about Paris Metro. It is the second busiest metro in Europe after the Moscow Metro. So, of course, this journey will end up anywhere in its 300 stations.
While passing, the light of the lonely underground stations has been flashed like lightning. Finally, after an hour's silent journey, she got up and asked me to be ready to get out at the next stop.
Suddenly the light of a station flashed. The train entered the light and stopped. Queen stepped out, behind her, me, and the 8 men group too. The Platform was empty. No passengers were found anywhere. She walked towards the escalator. I followed her.
As I found in the dream, Outside of the station, there was a horse-cart waiting for the queen. The cart man, wearing the costume of the 19th century, jumped off the cart and saluted her. He opened the door of the wagon. We got on the cart which looked like a royal wagon. The lovely scent of lavender smelled inside the beautifully decorated cart. As soon as we got on the cart, I heard the sound of lashing. Horses snarled and rushed into the darkness. The eight-man gang followed us in a van.
What is happening here? As I am not permitted to ask a question, I asked myself. Riding in a horse cart in a secluded land at night is not fun. Like a journey to Dracula's castle, it shows some mysterious strangeness, or is she a royal family member who follows some strict family customs? No. there is no possibility of that. A girl selling used books on the street will not be a royal family member. Then what is this? Maybe she is a gypsy, a real roaming La Esmeralda?
Like a wax statue, the queen sat silently against me without showing any expressions or movements. Our cart advanced quickly to its destination. I looked at my watch. The time was nearly 9 PM. In the outer sights, the mystery of darkness stared at me. That journey continued through the secluded land having no lights. The brightening face of the bloomed sky appeared sometimes. Like a hero in a fairy tale, I enjoyed that journey heading to see the wonders of the magical castle.
'Are we heading to an isolated Dracula castle?' I asked myself. As I was not permitted to ask anything, there was no way to get an answer to my question. The sighs of fear and nervousness came again and again.
Suddenly something flashed in my memory. Where is my phone? My boss may have called to know the progress of the meeting. My wife may have called several times to know about my current status. But I am out of their reach now. I don't have my phone in my hand. It is under the custody of the Queen as a pledge for the game and she has been turned it off. So, I am not going to be contacted by anybody until she grants permission to use the phone.
I will be out of the scene until the game is over. What a fucking fun! I am going to be a martyr for the lust that made me mad.
The rough voice of the running horse cart woke me up from my thoughts. I smelled the blooming flowers of the spring from the path. The cart seemed to be heading to infinity.
After a half-hour journey, the cart reached its destination. Light appeared. A big gate passed and entered into a compound of an old castle. Though it was night, some parts of that old castle were visible partially in the blinking gloomy lights seen here and there. The rest of the portion was hiding in the blanket of darkness by giving a mysterious look.