The Leisure of Wrath

I sat in a borrowed car a discreet distance away from the apartment of the mountain and watched carefully for minxie’s exit. My vigil was not to be disappointed for merely an hour later the pair of them exited while enmeshed in a disgusting display of fondling. I felt the black acid of hate fill my veins and I sat smoldering, unobserved by the two lovebirds. How could minxie have so blatantly and cruelly disregarded my interest in her? She ignored me when I made it clear to all she was of interest to me, she flaunted her suitors at me and when I had her in the clutches of my desire she rejected me.

Now I am to sit idly by while she enjoys her descent into whoring-- I think minxie is about to learn a harsh lesson in life and pay the terrible price for disregarding the wishes of a Dubois. I followed them and to my surprise they drove to a local car yard where his father sells luxury cars to the elite of the town and I myself would have bought cars from him had I not successfully estranged father from son several years ago.

Instead of observing a touching family reunion I went home and considered just how I was going to arrange the demise of this relationship. Minxie you were to be my cherished one, you who stirred in my depths a passion remarkable for its existence. Your pristine beauty was to be mine for me to enjoy or destroy how I pleased and now you have allowed yourself to be soiled by this creature who could not face his own truth in the face of his father. I will let you see exactly who Simon is and then view if your relationship can survive his awful truth. I called up Tim and told him that he had best find Alex as it was time for him to pay us a little visit, little Tim was thrilled to be part of the demise of this affair and grabbed onto the task like a tenacious terrier. I spent the rest of the day refining the elegant torture I was about to inflict upon the creature who was once my beloved minxie.

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