The Blackhole of Fury

My heart has died and in its place is a black hole burning with rage, consuming everything in its path, bent on the destruction of two people who dared to counter my plans. I had made myself known to minxie something I have never done with anyone else before, no one had ever seen a degree of attachment or endearment from me and yet this errant child had dominated my thoughts for months.

After minxie had pushed passed me at Caspar’s I found myself unable to deal with the surge of lust that burned me until my skin was scorching. I drove to a certain little songbird and vented myself upon her over and over, unable to sate my craving for minxie. Her ambition was such that she would subject herself to my most exotic of whims in the hope I would further endorse her dubious career. It was after an entire night of torrid lust as depraved as it was indifferent that I found myself in the unusual position of leaving a woman’s house in the day. I never stay for the afterglow of affection as I have no interests in the clumsy fondling of those who trade their assets for favours.

However my exhaustion had me doze off and I woke to the strident ringing of my phone unamused to discover myself still in her bed. I was being regaled with gossip from a spiteful Tim who despite his fear of me was never one to leave an unattended knife absent of a back, and he plunged this one in mine with joy. Tim lives in the same vicinity as the mountain, no doubt to keep an eye on the object of his lust. I heard his voice shake with fury as he described how he just happened to notice Simon return home with minxie, yes my minxie, on his arm. They were exhibiting disgusting displays of lust for the entire world to see and Tim was their enraged audience.

He kept vigil until he realised that neither were going to leave that night and then after several hours of pointless raging called me up to wreck havoc. I thanked Tim in my most unaffected voice as it never serves to allow minions to see emotion in your demeanor. I then drove home, locked myself in my library and allowed my fury to vent so furiously that my staff contacted my sister for support. Liselle ambled in after a suitable period and attempted to persuade me that my fixation on minxie was folly.

I had regained my composure by that time and was happy to inform her that minxie and I had some unattended business to finish and I was determined to see our association to the bitter end. My sister paled at this as she had not seen anything resembling an emotional outburst from me since my late teens when hormones had been my master. She was wise enough to hold her tongue and I returned to my contemplation of the downfall of minxie. First there was the business of a mountain that was in urgent need of some quarrying.

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