A Torment Lost, A Torment Gained

I was going through the devastation of withdrawal as my little minxie had been hijacked from me. Her detestable employer had closed the restaurant so they might do some rubbish for the event that Caspar was planning. I sniped at Caspar that his fetish for work was getting in the way of my fetish for my little minx but alas he merely enjoyed my despair and suggested a few ways to rid myself of simmering passions. A few I even considered since I am not exactly one to deny myself pain or pleasure of any kind despite the fiery longing for a naughty little treat.

I unexpectedly caught my little cousin parking at some sort of meatnut festival. I drove my Daimler past slowly as I expected these intellect impaired surf riders to be consumed with uncontrollable jealousy when they see my life and I am always careful to induce to the envy of others, it is in fact my duty to remind them of their status in my world. It appears my sweetness of a cousin, so dear, so darling, so deviant had been causing the minor son of Vanderhag angst of the most public kind.

What a tribute she is to the name Dubois for despite my directive for her to leave said boy alone she has pursued him diligently. In haste or in order to get her away from his place of amusement he agreed to dinner and my sweet Elyce has a full night of sweaty confusion planned for him. I considered punishing her for her transgression but she was removing a barrier between minxie and me so instead I directed her to some place full of leather. Vicarious evil is so glorious and while Elyce terrifies the object of your lust I will enjoy terrifying the object of mine, minxie I will devour you before you even feel me near.

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