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Posted by Purple Man
on 4/14/2009, 2:04 am
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I slowly merge from a long dreary slumber. Traces of a slight hangover cling to my temples as I attempt to raise my head.
The effort is for not. My neck muscles give in and my head hits the soft silk of my pillows. I can’t tell if it’s dawn or dusk because my eyelids refuse to embrace the moment. I lay motionless yet relaxed. The temperature is an ideal 72 degrees. It pays to have the best accommodations, thanks to the generosity of my dearly departed friend, Mrs. Hartstrom. Who says the rich are not generous?
My eyes finally burst open as the smell of sizzling bacon enters my nostrils. It must be morning. Exactly what day, is of no concern to me. I roll to my left side only to rear-end one of my many lovely guests. She mumbles under her breath and goes back to sleep. I look around the bedroom and notice quite an impressive number of beauties lying in and around my waterbed. Their birthday suits are definitely the icing on the cake. Yet this morning feels different. I find myself less aroused and more annoyed by their presence.
With a mere thought I make them awake from their dream state. Like programmed robots they all rise and cleanup the messy bedroom. I randomly pick two of the ladies to help me wash up and get dressed. My penthouse is brewing with activities as breakfast is served, the daily paper is handed to me, rugs are vacuumed, and the garbage is taken out.
Who says Super Models don’t do housework????
As the world news came on the flat screen that sits above the fireplace mantle across the room, I became further annoyed by all the bare skin distracting me from the headlines. In a blink of an eye I ordered all of them to put on some clothes and get out of my penthouse. I instructed them to hail down taxis and return to their super model convention where they came from.
By now you’re asking yourself….”Is he CRAZY sending them away?!?” Of course not, I held on to Adriana and Alessandra. I got a thing for “A”s. What can I say.
I skimmed through every channel looking for I don’t know what. The news was the same; wars, economy, politics, global warming, the same old things that don’t concern me.
I turned it off and stood out on the balcony to get some fresh air. Adriana fixed me a martini and left me alone. She didn’t do it because she felt my need for solitude, no, she did it because I subconsciously commanded her to.
Somehow it didn’t seem satisfying to me. I laughed at myself for a second.
The man who can have it all…yet is missing the one thing he can never force out of a person. Quite ironic but I’ve lived with that fact all my life. I’ve tried over and over to no avail.
My lovely Melanie, how I tried to win her affection, when that wasn’t enough I just dug deep into her mind. Distorting her reality, twisting her perception of me until she no longer could resist. I kept her in a hypnotic birdcage long enough to wed her and to form a domestic life. Mr. & Mrs. Killgrave, it had quite a ring to it. Then it happened…I was foolish enough to believe she actually cared for me. Unfortunately “the great and powerful Purple Man” was hypnotized by his own delusional home life he had conjured up.
I thought all the time Melanie had spent with me, all those beautiful smiles she bestow me each morning, the laughter, the love making…..I fell for my own illusions. The second I released her from the birdcage, she flew away. She flew away and took the only life I ever wanted. I could have snatched her back, but I was so devastated. Besides what would that prove?
Suddenly it hit me as I watched the sailboats in the distance. The sky was a brilliant saffire and the warmth of the sun was inviting. This was the day to stop brooding about my past and reach for the future.
Zebediah Killgrave doesn’t need “love”….he needs and must posses “Power”.
I realized the only thing holding me back was my own limitations. My mutated powers must be enhanced! I must push my abilities to a new level. A level that even the strongest wills must bend to my commands!
With my new found inspiration I called for my beauties to bring me that morning paper I glanced at earlier. The spark was back in my eyes. As they approached, my body ached with carnal hunger. I opened up to page four of the morning paper as my servants fed my appetite on the balcony.
It was a short article about a young man, a superhero. The editorial focused on his lifestyle…he must be the latest craze with the locals down here in South Beach, but I was interested in one particular sentence:
“…this super hunk is rumored to cast spells!!! Harry Potter eat your heart out!!!”
Girls, I think we need to pay Hocus Pocus Boy a visit…ladies? Ladies are you listening to me? You can come up for air now.
To be continued…..
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