September 2013 - Open Challenge
In my twenty-nine years of life I've conjured the spawn of Satan, made love with riches, killed whack bitches, and played the President like my own personal plaything. I've been wed to hell, bewitched by the Japanese, fought a dignitary or two, and I even hooked up with the baddest chick I've ever seen. To say I've done it all would be an understatement, because quite frankly I haven't yet lived long enough.
I am God. I am the feet mutant kind should be worshiping, fearful that one day I might just take their gifts away. Ah but that'd be too easy. Why have all this power without proper competition? Yes, that's what I want...competition. It's hard being me when there's no true equilibrium.
Sigh. Because of my apparent boredom with the lack of activity in recent times I issue an open challenge to whomever believes they can take me one on one or two on one; a girl could learn a thing or two from new experiences.
Nevertheless I'll be around, taking names, and doing me. It's about time someone shook things up around here and I think I'm just the one to do it. That's unless you're all afraid. Anyhow, anyway, find me when you think you've got the balls. As a sweet French babe once said "Venir le chercher mes amis."
And so she slammed the thick ebony book shut, feeling content with the relinquishment of bent up emotions. Slowly reclining against her comforting chair the violet eyed mistress soothed in the ambiance of silence, gradually drifting into a wondrous state of meditation. "Finally." In these few months by her lonesome the lass had finally uncovered self-actualization. This world would be hers. One way or another. One way or another......she'd finally valid her existence.
To be continued in....The Demon Within