Operational Secrets

Sonjia DeSade has come up missing. Her apartment in Queen's Quay has been broken into. Her car was found, abandoned at Jane-Finch Mall. Her hair stylist made a missing persons report at the police station.

Nobody really cared much for Sonjia DeSade, but Fenris. She also lacked the sense to dump Fenris at the right time. Her rivals in the General's Tent at Fenris' camp had all jumped to either the Mayor (lets call him Reg), or Lisa (well, thats me, Sargon.) But Sonjia went down with Fenris during the Weekend of the Shotgun. If she had survived, she would be in hiding, right? And people who are in hiding, well, they are supposed to disappear. So if she turned up disappeared, well, nobody who had the clout to care, would care, now wouldn't they?

Now, I have possession of Sonjia DeSade. She came to me a bit bruised. She needed seven stitches to her face, to repair some battle damage. I am not sure if it was Lisa's boot, or the Mayor's Italian Loafers. And, I have added to that, even as her first injuries have healed. Nothing permanent, nothing that leaves scars. I just do not like Sonjia DeSade. Her tricks have cost me wealth and power, and her tricks have added to the wealth and power of Fenris. Now she is in my power, and I am making her suffer.

Does anybody care? No. She is unimportant. So when I push her head underwater, into a tub of tepid dishwater, for just a few measured seconds, and when I pull her head from the slop, I feel good. It makes me happy. I smile. Is it wrong to feel so good?

I have added three belt welts across her arse. These stinging reminders of my mastery are around a hand span long. But, she has only three. Much worse could happen. And, much better could happen, too. Which fate do you choose for Sonjia DeSade? More torments? Different torments? Less torments, more orange chocolate cheesecake? Lock her up in a tower and sire a child on her, for sport? Perhaps some other unspeakable fantasy you hold in your secret garden?

But I do not think that you find my DeSadesque torments of one named DeSade so amusing. So, let me help you give me your money.

a) Send me your money, and Sonjia DeSade goes free!








b) Send me your money, and Sonjia DeSade becomes your slave, to serve you as you wish!





c) Send me your money, and Sonjia DeSade goes to Toronto General Hospital to be carved up into spare parts.





I, Sargon the Magnificent, dictated this to Chlorinax Julius Agrippa, third household secretary, seconded to the secretariate, on loan from the stage crew.