Chapter 13: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows

Posted: August 24, 2013 in Novel: The Land Without Footprints
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Book description: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows is set in the Modern Middle Ages, the age after the ages of Earth, when humans inhabit a planet where, unbeknownst to them, the moons control every action. What remains of the Earth is confined to books. In fact, many have decided to live by the rules of those books once called fiction. But no fiction or reality rules over the Mystic. He rules by only two laws: obey his desires and obey your desires. His desires are twofold: virgins and immortality. However, the desires of his subjects are as wicked as ever known. But the Dagens, a family rooted in the old ways of society, cannot give into their desires. They cannot kill just to kill, hate just to hate, destroy just to destroy. Yet if society is to become what it once was, the Dagens must destroy freedom and place chains around those who no longer wish to be chained.

13 – Cassandra

Cassandra slathered semen butter on the cornbread. She wasn’t sure how a person could eat donkey semen, though. She doubted a man’s even tasted good. But she’d heard of women chugging mugs of semen for fun.

Some said semen would replace wine, but she doubted it. Nothing replaced wine. Just like nothing had ever replaced sex … or words.

By the time she’d prepared breakfast, the Mystic’s wife was already asleep. Death really was coming for her. Nobody slept anymore. Fifteen- minute naps were all anybody risked if they wanted to stay alive. A mother could rape her daughter just as fast as a stranger. In truth, nobody could trust anyone. They couldn’t even just pretend.

Cassandra dipped her finger in semen, smelled it. She wondered—a noise frightened her and she dropped everything on the floor.

A priest unwrapped himself from the curtains, pulled them closed. The room grew dark as first light.

“She’s very sick, my child”—he crouched down to clean the mess—“but you’ve taken very good care of her.”

Cassandra threw the bread and glass back into the basket. The urine wouldn’t leave a visible stain but the smell might take time to fade. “How long were you watching me?”

“I wasn’t watching,” the man said, and Cassandra noticed he had no eyebrows. “I was admiring.”

“Admiring can still be very creepy,” she said, setting the basket on the bedside table.

“I was praying,” the priest said then. But who prayed inside of a curtain? “A church can be anywhere. It’s one of our new doctrines.”

“People shouldn’t change doctrines. Doctrines should change people.” “Your father sent me here to check on your virginity.” He sucked his

finger wet. “He’s been concerned by many unsavory rumors.”

At first Cassandra stopped his insertion, but then he forced his finger deep inside anyway. It didn’t feel as good as when she’d done it to herself. When  the  priest  finished  his  probe,  he  pulled  his  hand  out  from underneath her skirt. Menstruation dripped off his hand. He sucked his finger again, cleanly clean.

“You’re definitely still a virgin,” he said, flicking his tongue. “I’ll make sure to inform your father of the unexpected news. Or you can tell him yourself.”

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