Emma Frost is tired of trying to be good (ice_queen) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-12-16 20:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, emma frost (white queen) |
Who: Emma Frost narrative
What: Lesson plans and work
When: Long ago and in another universe
Where: Her office in the Hellfire Club
Warnings: sexual content, BDSM, equine homocide
Emma sat back in her chair, expensive Italian heels resting on the lavish furnishings of her office in the Hellfire club. There was a man trussed up in the corner, begging her for attention. She lazily lashed out at him with a singletailed whip, before going back to her lesson plans for the lovely and powerful Firestar. His scream barely registered as she contemplated her plans for the young girl.
Oh, her clients might not warrant her attention, but this girl certainly did. Emma cared not at all for what happened to Firestar, but she wanted so much to mold this girl into something great. She'd already begun the process. Everyday the poor, lost little girl came to rely more and more on Emma, to regard her as the mother she'd lost so long ago. the bracelet was working well, also. The results were obvious in Angelica's heavy eyes, her growing moodiness. Convincing the girl through dream suggestions had been a marvelous idea. That little bracelet was nothing less than genius.
The man begged again and Emma sighed, getting to her feet. "Begging is a nasty habit. I thought you were a man, not a child." Her voice held honest disdain for this idiot creature that kept distracting her. With measured, efficient strokes, Emma lashed out with the whip again and again, until the man's back was bright red. His screams of agony were real, but she took little pleasure in them. He'd volunteered for this, it was hollow and unsatisfying.
Not at all like her work with poor little Angelica. It was fun, she had to admit, to turn the mild mannered moppet into something useful, something strong. She smiled as she undid the ropes that held the man, and kicked him until he crawled out of her office. She shut the door again, rolling her eyes. Too bad she had to pander to these weak, pathetic fools. Even if they were rich, she had no respect for them. Money didn't matter. Fame didn't matter. Love didn't matter. Power was everything. Money, fame, and love were only things to be acquired if they furthered her goals.
She sat at her desk again, and began to wonder how she might manipulate Firestar more. Perhaps a tragedy, something to break her last connection with her old life. That hideous horse. Emma smiled brightly as she imagined it. Yes, a barn fire was just perfect. It would make Angelica even more afraid and scared, and Emma would gracefully step in as the only person the girl could trust. Oh, it was delicious. She laughed with glee, eager to get things in motion. The dance was the perfect time. She would already be so emotional. Sam would be the perfect pawn. He was so honest, you couldn't help but trust and like him. The isolated Angelica would be even more vulnerable, and Sam would be easy to use.