Act One

As I sat waiting for her I did not wander down thoughts of her not appearing for I knew she would, not so much because I demanded but more so that we were now in a dance of destruction of which there was no release. I watched her perfectly coiffed associates gather in a booth, their voices hushed in confidence while their guarded eyes sent darts of hatred across the room. Since I had been responsible for the demise of their dreams, relationships and reputations this was nothing unexpected. I wondered if minxie had them arrive as support or witness and it surprised me that she would seek either after our last encounter, minxie was obviously no longer in need of the reinforcement of her peers for she was obviously her own woman, I had expected no less from my own blood.

I amused myself by gazing one at a time at my personal little hate group realising that I had never alienated an entire social group before and this little prop to my ego sent a flutter of malice to warm the cockles of my heart. Whatever plans minxie had with her group it was not to observe her luncheon with me, for a ripple of discontent crossed their perfectly painted lips the second they observed her at my table. So the minx forgot to tell the girls of her plans and here she was studiously avoiding their quizzical gazes and deftly avoiding my intent one. I knew she would come, what I was interested in discovering was her motivation for being here so I laid the threads of peril around the remains of her world.

The first matter of discussion was the permanent removal of the mountain, she could choose if it was by her hand or mine but he no longer would be allowed to usurp my position. I have been patient these weary months watching her go from one sordid interlude to another and she has shown herself capable of acting without the heady excitement of youthful infatuation. Her education can now be one that embraces her intimate life and I see myself as the one to guide her down this journey. Minxie tried rallying with the usual ‘she is a free woman’ jibe but she knew she could only do what I allowed and if she did not control her whims then I would be forced to do so. After I made it clear that I was prepared to remove Simon permanently I saw her tender brow furrow as the internal debate raged within. When she looked back up I knew that I had won, as I always will and he was no longer to be an issue.

The next hurdle was to induce my sweet to move into her rightful home, the Dubois compound as I did not care which house she occupied as I knew there was none that could stop me once she was installed within my boundaries. I felt a sliver of sex coat my voice at thoughts her nearby, at my mercy, and it took all my resolve to conceal my desire. Minxie would use it to torture and drive me to distraction until I would be forced into actions that I usually reserved for those who displeased me or were accepting my onslaught as recompense for their ambitions.

Minxie kept her gaze averted and without those clear gray pools to guide me her thoughts were veiled by the long sweep of hair that blocked the view of her lowered face. How I longed to lean forward and inhale her scent, breathe her down into my core, to grab that length of titian silk and pull her to my mouth. For a sweet instant I was consumed with the vision of her softness writhing under me and I could not control the vibrant obsession to experience the velvet of her skin as my hand wandered under the table and found possession of her knee. Time slowed to a drone about us and her face froze in uncertain expectation for although she had not moved I could feel the molecules of her shudder between us. Heaven or hell, pleasure or pain, it did not concern me how I made her react, her response was all that I sought and I drank in the heady pleasure of her suppressed emotion. I would grow drunk on her repressed hatred and knew the glory would lie in her seething while I enjoyed the pleasures of her body.

Distracted by my touch or not wishing to hasten Simon to his doom minxie did not object vehemently to my suggestion she visit the compound for a week. Her lips parted, her eyes glowing, I was again transfixed by desire as she used the moment to mutter she would consider it. I had wanted more, a commitment but the gaggle of fools in her band of merry avengers decided this was a good moment to distract her attention. Unwilling to succumb to anymore more of a public spectacle than this luncheon I made my excuses and retired to Northside where I knew there would be many willing to endure the purging of my desire. They play their parts like puppets in a theatre of fools bound to my whims as I pull the strings of their very obvious and trite aspirations. How my sweet stood in contrast to their void lives, her vibrant hate the energy that feeds my ravenous soul.

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