Foolish Actions-Actions of Fools

My plans again were foiled again today by the foolishness of a minion whom I was forced to chasten in a most leather whip kind of way. I arranged to escort my cousin Elyce out to the most fashionable of venues and I wanted the town, mainly for minxie and her pals to see my cousin had returned from her latest sojourn more beautiful and deadly than ever, for she followed the typical form of the Dubois women and became more beautiful each year.

We made our entrances and exits in our usual silent, but compelling fashion and by the end of the evening every young blood in every club in town was aware of her presence. As a little bird had whispered in my ear that minxie was to be found a certain establishment I ensured that Elyce and I made a memorable appearance. She was there enjoying the attentions of her soon to be ex-suitor, otherwise known as a mountain of lies and when she saw us approach her eyes widened in that delicious mixture of fear and loathing one can only appreciate if you are the source of such emotions.

I wanted her to know that I was not only seeking her downfall but also the devastation of all those around her, and anyone in her life that I could touch with strife, I happily was going to ruin. My cousin, being an obliging student was happy to acquiesce to all my suggestions and indeed gave the ex-fiancé of the Vanderhag’s son a very knowing stare.

I watched the vacant child pale with fright as she knew she would not have a chance in separating my lovely cousin from any male she chose to own. Later that evening I discovered much to my annoyance that my malicious minion had watched them leave and their overtures of public affection caused him to have a spiteful fit on their doorstep. He tossed garbage and scrawled whore, I am not certain which one of them he was accusing however this was not part of my plans. I move in a far more subtle and deadly level and I had to ensure that this little fellow never, ever acted upon his own initiative again so I left him the scars as a pleasant reminder of our binding evening. How I thought of you dear minxie as the sound of leather hit skin. Your time is coming soon enough.

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