This Day in History

Saturday, October 31, 2009

VELVET


BAD, I MEAN REALLY BAD GOVERNOR

“He didn’t want to be there, but I insisted. He thought he could reason with her, you know see things from his point of view. I was even willing to give in to her additional demands. But once we were in the bathroom watching that witch brush her hair, Dorian panicked and decided that he didn’t want to confront her. We tried to make a run for it, but she looked up and saw me. That’s when all hell broke loose. ‘What are you doing here? How dare you come into my house uninvited?’ You know, the usual banter.”
Chuck kept his gaze fixed on his companion, only blinking occasionally. Steady boy. That’s what he had to tell himself. It would’ve been so easy to perform his own form of vigilante justice, but where would that get him? The desire was so great that he had to mentally block out the pure satisfaction he would receive from see the monster strung up and tortured, with the governor not far away. Steady boy. Steady.

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