Start->Chapter 3->Episode 11 To Lucinda
I had the most glorious day today as the first tangible result of all my weeks of planning came into fruition, the endless juggling of players finally dealt me a hand I could play. I realise of course this is but a step in the seduction of my dear, my darling minxie, for I have removed all but one obstacle, that of her own mind.
She came to the café that she frequents when she seeks solace, friendship or my company as she knows that is where I await her submission, her sorrow was the beacon that draws me like a moth to a flame. I could smell the tears in her heart and almost taste their bitter sweetness upon my tongue for her body spoke of her story of heartbreak and dejection. She came as I knew she would, to attempt to break our deal in her last bid for freedom but she could barely speak to me so great was her emotion.
Her silence alone was enough to tell me that she already knew of me funding the apeboy and his mindless friend in their misadventure, minxie sorrow is the poetry that binds us. I could see hope abandoning her every minute she sat before me so I decided to end her angst or we would have sat in miserable silence for hours and I settled the matter for her.
I explained that it was in the best interest of all if she never saw him again for if I decided to withdraw funding it would ruin any hope for him ever obtaining his dream, credit can be such a bitch for those who need it most. Any thoughts she had of breaking our agreement needed to be destroyed then and there so I forced her to face her reality that she would choose his future, one of failure, reduced to slave of the family business, or one of prosperity and the joy of being his own man.
I knew her answer as the words left my lips, do you think I am not aware of the wistful sweetness that is her nature-- of course she would not deny him his dreams. She told me prosperity and left a pale shaken child, her spirit crushed by my intent and circumstance. I regretted having to subdue her but in order for her to be receptive to my advances she must believe she has no place left to go but to me.