Queen Bathory's Ultimatum

"Well, of course. Nearly everybody in England,2007 AD,has heard of you. You were executed for murdering untold numbers of peasant girls in a vain attempt to preserve your youth, so how come we are having this conversation at all? I mean, if I remember my history books correctly, you should be dead!" She gave me another one of her spine-chilling smiles. "I have an offer for you. I have been dead for too long. So these are the three choices I give you. 1: You become my prisoner, with me holding your life in the balance, 2: You get transformed permanently into a black panther, with no guarantee that you will survive, or..." I sighed, accepting the inevitable. "Don't tell me, let me guess. If I surrender my body to you, I get to survive. Correct?" "Yes, you are absolutely correct. Well, what will it be, Christopher?" she asked me. "I intend to survive at all costs, your majesty, but promise me you won't slay any girl in 2007. That's all I ask. Besides, if you did, the police would quickly catch you". "Very well, I agree", she promised.

Written by Mr. Lamorak de Galis Korving

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