chapter 3

Jungle Gym (Tuesday)

Vicky arrived for class with two of her 'friends'. Vicky had had a horrible week. No pills seemed to work for her, and her appetite made each day a struggle. Still she had been strong and kept to her diet, though her usual poor attitude had cranked up to super bitch. But her friends didn't notice, nor care enough to. After all, it wasn't their problem.

As the three proceeded to their yoga class, Vicky was on the lookout for something or someone to vent her rage. Unfortunately, that person never came. Instead she settled for quietly complaining about the yoga class. Mocking a few out of fashion and those that weren't as perfect as them. Of course Cecilia was more then happy to have such shallow students, and was quite pleased to have them. That was at least until after words.

After a hard class session Vicky was still chattering away to her friends, "did you see the size of the instructors butt? Like you'd think they would have a fitness scale for who the let teach", a burst of laughter erupted from the group. Plus side Cecilia heard that little comment. Downside, she was across the gym where I work.

"Did you hear what she said about me Imp??", she asked. I shook my head no, but of course that was not the right answer, "She said I'm fat. How dare she!"

"Wasn't that the one you asked me not to mess with?", I answered before thinking it through. Cecilia's eyes were like death. I thought I was done, then something even more frightening happen. She laughed, long loud and in front of everyone. I remember thinking, 'oh hell'.

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Jungle Gym: Cecilia's office (30 minutes later)

"Oh she's going to suffer", Cecilia continued her rant, "and you're going to make it happen Imp. I want that girl to loath herself and feel like there's nothing she can do."

"Yes Master.", I said, both excited and glum about the prospect. Sure this mortal deserved it, but I prefer a soft hand over a strong one. Encouragement over curses. But I wasn't about to argue with Cecilia.

"You may go, and get to work on that woman.", she said, dismissing me. Which I took advantage of.

'well, I guess what my evenings are going to be for then next while.', I thought to myself as I formulated a plan.

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Wellworth Estate: Vicky's winter Bedroom (that evening)

Vicky slammed her door, coming into her room. Despite her vapour weight of a personality, she had an incredible amount of willpower to keep her diet for now. But she was starving after a day of eating nearly nothing. Vicky was angry and had no one to take it out on, so the furniture suffered.

Tired. Angry. And entirely fed up, Vicky was about to dramatically throw herself on the bed, until she noticed something out of place. A simple wooden plate, on it a single donut and a note. Forgetting her struggles she picked up both. As she read the note, a warm tingle ran down her spine. A relaxing vibe filled her, and she bit into the donut as she read.

'dearest child
I understand your pain. Your lose of you 'special medicine' could be the the beginning of a downward spiral. Friday you will find new medicine that will solve this issue. But it will not work if you feel hungry more then a few minutes a day. It will work even better the more often you feel full.

I hope you the best, lady Vicky Wellworth. '

Vicky put down the note and noticed that she had finished the donut. Even odder, another had appeared on the plate. Vicky thinks that this is beyond strange, but that nice warm feeling felt too good not to indulge. Picking up the second donut she prepares for bed. Walking away, she doesn't see another materialize.

(Well that's chapter 3. I hope people are enjoying themselves a little. Feedback is very welcome.)