November 28, 2016 by Evelyn Summers
I am a Master.
You must know this fact to understand my story.
I’m not here to offer you a delightful or cheerful holiday story.
It is not my job to fill up your heart with the festive spirit of the season.
It doesn’t make sense for me to subscribe to the spirit of the season when it’s one of the things I work so hard to extinguish in the courtesans I train.
Rebecca thought she could seduce me into celebrating a holiday she loves.
I don’t want lights and pretty baubles.
I don’t want trees, or wreaths or garlands.
I don’t want presents or the fantasy of a day where nothing bad exists.
She thought she could manipulate me until my heart warmed just enough to allow some festive cheer into the depths of cold, bleak darkness.
I’ve said this once, and I’ll say it again…
She was wrong.