Imogene is innocent. She was staring at a pot of ashes placed exactly on the center of the bed with a white bed sheet, a vase of tuberose placed on a small table along with some burning incense sticks. She knew she was sad and depressed, she just didn’t know why. She then heard a very familiar voice and turned her head to see her Mother standing with a man she hates, holding her mother’s hand but she didn’t remember his face, or at least she preferred not to.
She watched her mother talk to a little girl. The little girl made Imogene jealous because she was wearing the hat Imogene used to love and the teddy bear that she called ‘Mr. Tumbles’. But she knew she had grown up and Mr. Tumbles was not a real thing. But she just wanted to be as happy as the little girl her mother was talking to.
And then she heard the sound of a gong, which was supposed to sound peaceful but it didn’t. The ringing sound of the gongs terrified her and made her angry at the same time. She followed the sound by walking through the wall and she discovers a very lonely temple. She didn’t want to go into the temple but something forced her to. She had never been given choices about anything. She unwillingly went inside the temple and found a priest with irritatingly familiar face. She moved towards the priest and it didn’t really take her long to notice that the priest’s lustful eyes were already touching her everywhere. She couldn’t help herself. At least she was helpless in this world. Or maybe she was not at all.
The priest gave her a bowl of a drink she didn’t know about. She unwillingly drank whatever was in the bowl, only to discover that the remnant of the drink inside the bowl was red-black colored and it tasted of iron.
Imogene woke up. She discovered herself lying naked next to a pillar of a basement. Her body was terribly aching and she could even spread her legs. She was so tired and broke and felt like crying as loud as she could. But her tears had already dried up. She stood up slowly, struggling to gather the strength and looked all over the basement to find some cloth to cover her body. That was when she discovered the priest from her dream, lying on the floor with flies buzzing around his body. It didn’t take her long to notice that the priest had been castrated. She was staring at the body and had never felt so good about herself.
“You should have done it earlier” a very child-like voice spoke.
Imogene turned her head and saw a little girl standing, wearing her favorite hat and holding Mr. Tumbles with her left hand and she had a completely unfamiliar face. The little Girl’s frock was wet with blood around her genital area and she was staring blankly at Imogene with her lifeless-like eyes.