“Dammit!” she muttered, heaving a loud sigh.
It was like a miniature puppet play, with the strings of the characters involved tied to her very own fingers. She sipped a glass of cherry flavoured wine, anxiously waiting for the results.
She had taken a certain dislike to SPP, the moment she saw Boonsake helplessly murdered by this talking demon. And the previous day, she received news that her good for nothing boyfriend was last seen checking into a hotel with the cleavage revealing Smittenpoise. Not that she didn’t expect it; it just came as a shock that he would cheat on this relationship that fast. She fought to hold back the tears that stung at her eyes as Smittenpoise, the agent she secretly hired to seduce him, reported every single detail of what happened on that fateful night.
The next day, Emptyvoid asked her out, seeking her cooperation in financing the destruction of SPP. The emotionless void also sensed her need for revenge, and suggested that it eliminate them both in one swift move.
The plan failed. WinterSoldier screwed up.
She never expected him to return his calls. In fact, it was meant to be a confirmatory signal that her revenge was successful; that her cheating boyfriend was dead.
Luckily, she reacted fast enough over the phone, managing to put on an angry façade. She could tell that her about-to-be-ditched boyfriend seemed a little traumatized, probably from the failed attempt to take his life.
Smittenpoise was just a phone call away. Always dressed in velvet robes, with a veil complimenting her mystery, it is said that whoever could put a face to the name Smittenpoise would either be the love of her life, or victims of the succubi. She was a temptress in disguise, having a history to hide, yet it made her perfect for the job. You could trust that she trusted no one, and had a certain unique hatred towards men of bastard quality. This was why she was the perfect agent for the job.
In the wee hours of the silent night, a velvet cloaked figure slipped in from the window and snatched the vial of poison (along with the $11700 cheque, 10% for service charge with 7% GST) from her delicate fingers. With an intense hatred burning in her soul, she knew that Smittenpoise would exact her just revenge on that good-for-nothing flaming skull of a boyfriend.
Just then, the door barged open to reveal something burning bright.
“Happy Birthday, my dear MengXue!” screamed that skeleton, oblivious to the fate that she planned for him. Using a portion of his flaming head to light the twenty plus candles on the black forest cake, he strode confidently towards his love, smashing another small sized cake which he hid behind his back onto her face, before planting a slightly long kiss on her cake creamed forehead.
Sometimes, she just wished that love was that simple.
No comments:
Post a Comment