A Melting Pot of Lunacy

She rested comfortably in her island estate, tucked inland for privacy but close enough to see the ocean and feel the warm sea breezes. It was an ideal place that had been purchased in the blood of her relatives. Quiet and secluded, it was a spot where the mask could slip. God, it was exhausting playing the goody two-shoes with business acumen. A philanthropist who trudged on despite the tragedy that befell her family. Mother, father, and three older brothers all dead, bodies mangled so badly it was nearly impossible to ID the remains. According to the press, it was fortunate that the young woman had not been caught up in the grizzly murder, becoming another victim of the still unidentified perpetrator.

The young woman laughed, the cackling sound causing the slave she was using as a footrest to shiver. "You know Alexis, I'm in a quite a good mood today. Maybe we'll do something special later," she commented, addressing the slave underfoot. The female knew better than to respond, having already drawn the ire of Delphine once, and losing several things in the process. It was an experience she wanted to avoid repeating, even as Del's heels dug into her scarred back. "You're a pretty one, but so temperamental. But we've learned from our mistakes now haven't we?"

"Yes Master LaLaurie."

"Good. Now fetch me something to drink, it's terribly warm today."