What Tender Webs I Weave

Caspar called me with the good news and now minxie was to be mine, albeit the precious girl did not realise that accepting his offer of personal assistant meant spending most of her time with me, as I was about to hire Caspar Royal to design a Dubois event! It only requires the whisper of the idea that the Dubois Compound was opening to the society of Bishop Vale to start the hags gossiping for weeks. Of course I shall not be hosting the event that I will leave to my beautiful remote Liselle, the premier hostess of this cesspit of fools.

My sister is after all the Grande dame of Bishop Vale despite the posing of lesser hags, her grace and beauty, her social décor is matchless and beyond the capacity of the glittery vacant lot who call themselves trendsetters. While my sister will officially be the hostess I shall ensure that I liaise with the designer and his assistant on an almost daily basis. My little minxie will be left alone with me as we decide upon menus, decor, themes, placements and anything else I can dream up to assume the block of time I can in her presence. Caspar will find a way to squeeze me in his calendar and all he will have to do from there is leave me with minxie.

I will give her a few days grace to settle in and then surprise her with our wonderful family affair. My plan is for her to be mine, body and soul by the time the event occurs, perhaps this time the marriage we can announce is our own. I will have my darling minxie even if it means torturing her forever in the bliss of wedlock, and lock you away I will my sweet ,so none can sully you with their inferior ideals. I can scarcely wait until I have you in my grasp so tonight I will need to sate my lust upon whatever creatures the Dubois name can seduce. Yes minxie it will be your flesh I taste, your heart I feel and your screams I hear no matter what is beneath me.

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