The Diary of Lord Kellington (6)
I waited in one of the cities dark and dangerous alleyways. The vile odors. The Gads
knows what forming puddles around my best leather boots. The ones with the shine to
blind the eye.
There she was. A common strumpet. Drunkenly making her way towards me. Jingling
her purse of meager coins.
Blood money.
Obtained by logging men on the heads whilst they took their fill of her. Only to have
her sell them to sea Captain's that do not ask questions of where their crew came
from. Or whether they were willing.
I could feel the evil in the air about her. I heard her heart beat and felt her blood pulse.
She was delicious.
Not a drop wasted.
As I sit here, the thought comes to me, that I shall
be damned.
But wait! I am already damned and I thrive within it. I not only thrive...I revel in it.
Now where is that odious, rangy, mouse burping kitten gotten off to.
GADS! She is up the draperies once again!
I will calmly go get the ladder, which I had to buy just for these occasions. I will place it
up against the drapery staff.
I will climb up. Gently coaxing the little flea bitten darling to me. She will hiss and claw
like the vixen she is.
But, alas. I adore her so.
~Lord Kellington
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