Music of The Heart

In the aftermath of yesterday one would assume I would be angry, or upset that my plans for minxie had been frustrated but those are emotions of a lesser beings who allow defeat to enter their worlds. I on the other hand relish her spirit and the more she fights, the sweeter my conquest, the more my desire encompasses me.

I awoke this morning and was considering my next strategy when my sister called me and asked me to drive her to Caspar Royale. She and Caspar have this little understanding which I believe to be purely sexual and of great satisfaction to both. After all one could not expect my sister to fade away into sexual obscurity while waiting for the Vanderhag’s husband to find his testes. I was only too happy to oblige for it would mean a reason to make contact with minxie that would not end in her stabbing me with the nearest sharp object. After tasting the sweet nectar of her lips I knew I was in no fit state to be left alone with her for my desires cannot be eternally reined in, even a gentleman of leisure will take what he wants in the end.

During the drive there various scenarios flooded through my mind as I expected minxie’s reaction to be one of horror, anger and disdain and. I planned to savour the delicious moment of her face when she first sees me but what ensued so far exceeded my expectations I find myself still bathed in the warmth of its memory.

My sister and I arrived and went to enter Caspar’s domain only to encounter minxie about to exit. In a fit of extraordinary foolishness or bravery she barred Liselle’s entry and subjected her to a torrent of abuse that was melodious as music to my ears. My sister unable to warn her that I was directly behind her went white with grief and frustration as Liselle has this grotesque sense of kindness towards this girl that mystifies me. After she allowed Liselle to enter she turned directly into my path and oh, the shock of her discovery was priceless. Her eyes glared daggers of pure hate and again I felt my loins stir at this emotion of hers, so encompassing and barely controlled, I swear she is my soul mate. As she walked past me I finally could not stop myself and I told her how she would always hold my heart—I swear if looks could kill I am a dead man already and more in love than ever with my sweet, precious minxie.

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