The Burn of Acid Love

It came to me as whispers often do when I was looking elsewhere for my information. At first I thought it was a bit of idle chatter based upon the little street theatre of minxie and apeboy when they escaped from my ears and sight for a brief moment. I knew that their meeting was borne of one interest and that was to impede my determination to leave my signature upon the matrimonial celebration of the confection and the wine moron.

The first jumble of words lay scattered in my mind like odd pieces of a jigsaw puzzle where you know there is a picture to be had but you were yet to discover that important linking piece. It did not take me long to ascertain that the link I searched for was right under my nose in the form of a naughty little actress who decided in her usual blend of logic and vodka that to defy me was an intelligent course of action. She was usually such a compliant creature but network television had given her delusions of ratings and it is obvious that a little spell in no mans land would curb any further such enthusiasms of mistaken loyalty in the future.

Once I was alerted to the information she had spilled to apeboy I did not need to be privy to the ensuing conversation to know what their plans would entail. He would no doubt be wrapped in brotherly outrage and my sweet minxie would seize every opportunity to do me damage—it is moments like these I would rip the lace from her body and inflict myself upon her for hours until she could barely move—her bold hatred of me filled me with a desire more sweet than any nectar. I expect they were assembling some insipid plan which involves the little miss eloping with the hulking son of the Vanderhag and thwarting my evil plans for them, oh the pain, the pain of their stupidity, it does amuse me how easily they are led down the wrong paths, grasping at the very straws that I lay out for them. Now that I have the children distracted I can do exactly what I had designed to do from the onset and that is to have the confection and her beau pay for the transgressions of her brother and my little cousin who will pay for placing her friendships above familial obligation.

Everything is finished and polished and complete, it is exactly as I wish it to be and all shall be revealed while my dissident employees are attempting to bamboozle me with their smoke and mirrors. I plan to be amused at whatever minxie utilises to help them for she does indeed add the snap, crackle and pop to my day. I have almost forgotten what it is like to awake without her being the first thought that fills my mind and more importantly the query of what will she do to attempt to destroy me. Every dawn brings her wrath into my life and warms the cold depths of my soul with an acid waiting to burn the independence right off her. Minxie you are the joy in the heart and the fire in my loins, I will see your heart bleed before the year is done.

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