Page 206 of Mayhem and Minnie

In the end, I decide to go for the latter. It will be a great show, too. But since he still retains a lot of his body mass, I’ll have to start the fire in advance.

I ponder on that issue for a few moments.

I suppose I could burn his body beforehand and keep his head for the grand gesture. Wouldn’t that be the most romantic gesture?

I’d save the best for Minnie and she can throw it in the furnace to signify the fact that she’s moved on from him. Then we could watch him burn together, perhaps even have a glass of champagne and some cookies.

The idea sounds nice. In fact, I’ll only get one glass. That way, since we’d share a glass, it would be like an indirect kiss. Alas, in the absence of the real deal, I’ll have to make do.

After all the parts have been hacked off, I throw the body in the furnace and set the temperature to high. For the head, I grab a tray and place him carefully on it, covering the entire thing with a cap. Then I place it in my freezer. Since it still has so much soft tissue, it will likely start to stink soon, and I still need to plan the details of the dinner.

Satisfied with my plan, I leave the basement and go greet Minnie, who, oblivious to my genius plan, is currently cooking lunch.

The delicious smell of steak and potatoes hits me the moment I enter the kitchen—a vast improvement from the smell of dried corpse.

Ah, life is certainly good—and about to be better once I remove my competition from this plane of existence.

Red-and-white candles form a heart on the ground, and in the middle of it, I placed a table and two chairs. I’d cleaned up the basement a while ago and started on the arrangements for our dinner. Rose petals are scattered all around the room. Of course I can’t take all the credit since I got most of the advice from the internet.

I have a full course meal prepared, together with a variety of chocolate desserts for my chocolate-loving girl.

The furnace is still going strong, and most of the body has already been burned to ashes. But the head looks surprisingly better after a few hours in the freezer. It still looks…human.

I scowl.

I hope she won’t look at it and fall for him again. That’s not the plan.

No, the plan is for her to willingly throw his head to the flames so to speak and close that chapter of her life. Then we’ll have our glass of champagne and indirect kiss and I’ll feed her expensive chocolates while she tells me how much better I am than Lucien.

After being tortured for so long by Lucien’s nefarious shadow hanging between me and Minnie, I’ll finally be able to move on. Of course, there’s still that Theron fiancé god or whatever, but I’m willing to take it one day at a time. Perhaps after Minnie and I succeed in clearing her name, I can befriend that God Killer and ask him for a tiny favor. But that’s neither here nor there. I’m getting ahead of myself.

For now, I need to ensure that my candlelight dinner is a success.

In between hacking off Lucien’s body, I managed to finish the ring, too. The package with the custom jewels arrived early this morning, and I filled one stone with a few drops of my blood and another with a few drops of my cum.

Red and white.

Perfect for my girl.

It took some tinkering to figure out how to set them on the silver band, but I think I did a good job.

I can already picture her swooning when she sees the result.

It is truly unique and handmade—exactly what she wanted.

I go about setting the table with the food I’d prepared. Well, prepared might be an overstatement since I ordered it from a Michelin restaurant. And since I’ve recently found out she cannot properly digest meat and other animal byproducts, I made sure everything is vegan.

It’s nine and a half in the evening when I’m done.

I take out a special red paper and write a few words on it: Come to the basement at ten. Then I seal it in a pretty envelope and take it up to her room. Since she cannot withstand strong smells, I decided to forgo the perfume on paper. Instead, I bit my lip until a few drops of blood reached the surface and I pressed them against the envelope—I’m sure she’ll appreciate the extra touches.

Leaving it at her door, I knock a few times before running away so she doesn’t catch me.

God, I sound like a goddamn lovestruck teenager—yet only one of those statements is true.

Back in the basement, I take big, long breaths to calm my nerves as I watch the hands of the clock slowly move into position for her arrival.

All the while, I repeat my lines in my head to make sure I’m not going to blunder this.

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