After giving the rules of the game and confirming my participation, the queen left.
The manager and two staff of the castle came and took my details & payment. I paid 500 Euros for that day by credit card. Then one lady from housekeeping came and took me to my room on the same floor. The room was like an executive suite of a five-star hotel with all amenities including a minibar filled with drinks and chocolates. After a relaxing drink and shower, I came out.
An old elevator making a sobbing sound took me down.
I went to the shop for supplies and made small shopping that was required for my stay and moved to the food court located on the same floor.
The food court located on the ground floor looked like a beautifully arranged and decorated banquet hall of a royal court. Several food trays of delicious foods had been put up in the hall. Sweet music grabbed my mind. I found some of the slaves silently enjoying their food in the hall without talking.
"What pretty fools are these, including me! The senseless rascals who became devoted slaves for the lust!" I said to myself.
One fatty butler came to my table and welcomed me in French.
"Can you speak English?" I asked him.
"Of course, I can. We are serving here people from all over the world." He smiled by showing his teeth.
"What is going on here? Everything looks quite strange?"
"Well…," He smiled. "It is a business, nothing strange in it?"
"What types of business is this? Trapping people and squeezing them, right?"
"All sorts of business are a kind of trap. Isn't it? Because the people or customers those blindly fascinated are coming behind it and getting cheated fully or partially?"
"Could you stop this joking and tell me what is exactly going on here? Who is this girl who brought me here? She says that she is the daughter of the president of France. Is that correct?"
"Yes, she is the daughter of the former president of this country. Her father, Mr. Dlisas Mithron was the president of this country ten years before, and he passed away four years back."
"So why she is here, I mean in this Ghost castle with such a bloody game to trap people?"
"I think you have lots of questions. Now I am extremely busy. So, I can't spare much time with you. Do one thing, I invite you for champagne with me tonight, after 11 pm. Come to the rooftop, I will be there, right?"
"Sure."
He served some delicious French dishes. "These are the junk food of the French paradox who usually eat food containing much oil and fat and consume enough red wine. So, all of the unsaturated fats are getting saturated. Red wine is the secret of their health."
He poured wine into the glass. I enjoyed the fragrance of the wine coming from a dark cellar.
"I want to do a telephone call."
"You can go to the 'The cabin of lies' that is located on this floor." He smiled.
"The cabin of lies, is this the chamber of confession for the damn liars?"
"It is a beautiful name only. We all are liars. Nobody can live here without saying a lie, because the lie is the savior giving ways & solutions to move."
After the food, I went to the 'Cabin of lies', which was the setup, a telephone booth in a room, for making telephone calls for the slaves staying there.
A few slaves were waiting there for telling lies, I joined in the queue.
Exactly it was a cabin of lies. Those entering the booth said marvelous stories of lies with different types of funny expressions like a comedian or villain performing in a movie or on stage. Interestingly I watched it and enjoyed the various faces of the lies. Sometimes the talking, the sound of lies to convince, came out with the tune of angry, sadness and request, etc.,
"Poor slaves, they are suffering much to be a martyr of the lust." While enjoying the fun I whispered. "What a fun game is this..! I said to myself. I am also one of these funny characters telling holy lies for bloody fun. The pleasure of dark lust, the so-called sin, is a fruit grown in the thorny bush. Those who wish to get it to need to shed blood by suffering the pain of troubles such as humiliation, losses, etc.'
I made a sigh of nervousness and impatiently waited for my term. Varies types of performances took place in the cabin by the slaves, and the fiction of lies was generated. Finally, after waiting for more than an hour, my term came.
I entered the cabin to perform.
While sitting in front of the cabin, I created a story to tell my boss and wife.
First I called my boss who is the prime person who can't tolerate this fun. He may have called several times and become mad.
I took a few moments with a deep breath to calm down.
My story was to get permission to postpone the meeting for three days. Within those three days, the queen will get her period and there will be a draw. Hopefully, I will be the winner of the draw, I dreamed so. If the dream gets realized, I can fulfill my ambition and go back to my business. I hoped that everything would happen as I desired. But now, I need permission to stay three days in this bloody hell. The meeting is tomorrow. Getting permission from the boss to postpone the meeting for three days seemed to be difficult, but I was confident in my tragic story.
I gave the number to the telephone operator sitting out of the cabin. She dialed it and transferred to the cabin. I heard an unpleasant rough sound of my boss from the receiver.
"Hello sir, sorry for not answering your call, because I am in a hospital now. Some unfair things happened." In a sad voice, I started to perform.
"Logan…, you still alive..? Praise the lord..! Finally, I could hear your holy voice..! My dear, what happened?" That was an angry voice. "I had called several times to your bloody phone. But it was turned off. What happened..? Where is your fucking mobile?"
"Mobile…. It is… Ah…, that is…" I hadn't thought about that question. But one answer came quickly to my tongue. "Sir, it was lost somewhere in the hospital. As I was in some emergency, I couldn't take care of it, I have been searching for it."
"What business do you have in the hospital?"
"I am assisting my friend who got an accident."
"OK, but don't forget to take care of the fucking meeting. Otherwise, I will be in the hospital."
"Sure…, everything goes fine sir."
"OK, tell me, what is the latest news about the meeting?"
"Meeting…, I am trying to postpone it for three days, because the situation is too critical."
"What situation, what critical..? My friend what are you telling me..? I am not in the mood to enjoy the fun."
"Sir my friend Aldrin had an accident. He is in the hospital in the critical care unit. I am with him. His condition is a little series."
"If you postpone the meeting, will he be OK? You are trying to put both of us in the critical care unit."
"Sir, Nobody here to take care of him, I need to be with him till his family is here. They will be reached within a couple of days."
"Doesn't matter, take care of him, but don't postpone the meeting. Just advise somebody in the hospital to take care of your friend until you finish the meeting. Even I can't imagine losing this fucking contract. That will be worse than hell. Did you talk to the consultant? I hope you have done everything to win a better deal in the meeting, right?"
"Yes Sir, I have done everything. But please give me a couple of days. Now, I am in a horrible mood, maybe I can't perfume well in the meeting. He is the man who saved my life. I have an obligation to him. This is the time to show that. Just two-three days, within that time his family will be here and I am free from all tensions."
"My friend, do you want to postpone this fucking meeting for three days? Are you mad? We don't have that much time to play. The other rats roaming sniffing behind the contract, will come and snatch it. Don't forget that these nasty fuckers are still behind us to take away this piece of bread from our hand." His voice rose roughly. "I want you to do the fucking meeting tomorrow. This is the job of fucking millions, not a funny orgy for passing time. Am I right?"
"Yeah, it is a great deal. But sir, please try to understand the situation. He is on a ventilator, his condition is very bad. I need to stay with him. One time he had saved my life when I got into an accident during trekking in the Arizona desert. He doesn't have anybody here. I can postpone the meeting without any trouble, trust me. We will not lose this contract."
"I am getting mad my dear. If I lose this damn deal, I will send you to a stripper club to shake." and he made a sound of an angry ox.
"No, no sir, we will not lose it."
"Don't allow me to sit scratching my nuts. That pimp, the consultant itself, does not trust us fully. If he gets any little reason, we will be kicked out of this contract. Did you get my point? So, don't make any mistake to lose this fucking deal."
"No sir, don't be upset. We will win the deal. I can postpone the meeting without any trouble. Of course, they can understand the situation."
The argument continued like a courtroom argument. The boss who got upset used the executive language of dirty words to calm down. He showered the gospel of Satan over me. Nothing happened! Any of his penetrating words or the firing emotions of anger didn't change me. The passion of lust protected me well. Finally, I could convince him and silently he approved my request to postpone the meeting for three days.
Now I am safe from my boss. I have three days for this bloody business. If I win the draw, I will be the man of the century. I can make a bloody retaliation and kick that bitch as a winner or be a martyr of the lust by losing everything..!
My next presentation was with my wife. She is also a dangerous fire that needs to be handled carefully. I called her and explained the story with a voice of sympathy.
"Honey I was in the hospital that is why I couldn't answer your call. Sorry for the inconvenience. My best friend Aldrin had an accident. He is in serious condition."
"Where is your mobile?"
"I lost it in the hospital, still searching."
"Who is this best friend Aldrin? You have never told me about this friend." She asked me in a doubtful voice.
"Yeah, he is my childhood friend. One time he saved my life during trekking in the Arizona desert. Yeah. So, this is the time to take care of him showing my obligation. His family will be here within a couple of days."
"Is it true or are you somewhere in any cocktail party with any chicks?"
"Yes honey, it is true, I swear. Believe me, my darling."
When I said these words, the lady staff standing outside of the cabin to monitor the phoning business, smiled with some funny gestures.
"So, what about your tomorrow's meeting, will you be attending it?"
"I am going to postpone it for three days. I don't have another choice, honey."
She asked more questions like a doubtful investigator. I fabricated more stories of colorful lies with the help of Satan. That time, the queen the vampire, came down and noticed my conversation. She enjoyed my fiction and its presentation.
When I came out like a person who finished a big task, Queen said. "Telling lies is an art. The best one can create the best piece. As you have good creativity in this art, you can be a good philosopher." She laughed loudly in her vulgar voice. "Write a fiction, it will be a best-seller."
"If they call back to this number, then who will answer it?" I asked the queen.
"Angel will answer them." She said it with a vulgar laugh and left. I turned my face to the lady monitoring the calls.
"As this line shows busy, no call will come to this line."
"This den is a real castle of Satan. The troubles are getting celebrated here..!" I expressed my feelings horribly with a gesture.