silvertongue217
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Once upon a time
There was a handsome yet wicked man named Eobard Thawn. He was a merchant and a very rich man one who enjoyed wealth and all it provided for him. To be fair he was once a nice person but indulging himself and his particular interest had led that nice part of him to become small and hidden. Eobard was fine with that though because indulging himself seemed much more fun than having to deal with things like morality that would only bring him down. Instead he traveled the world making more and more money all while using it to fund his interest.
His interest were woman spoiling them corrupting them using them and tasting them. He enjoyed many varied exotic flavors in his travels but his taste always primarily revolved around the younger woman. There was some thing so fun and exciting about taking a woman on the cusp of adult hood and corrupting her as much as possible. He took a personal delight in doing such things and with his money he was able to do it as much as he wished.
But as the year went by he began to crave some thing more permanent a girl he could twist into his perfect and ideal wife. Some one that fulfilled all his needs but such a thing was hard to come by even with all his money.
And then he met her
She was old and wicked like him, but she was a widow a widow with three daughters to choose from. From what he heard two of them were her own and particularly beautiful (if she was to believe) and the other one the step daughter was homey and a good help around the house. He reasoned with three daughters to choose from he would be a happy man and with his wealth it was easy to convince her to marry him.
And so it was that Eobard Thawn pulled up to the mansion they now lived in eager to see what delights and treasures await his newest investment. He got out running a hand over his bald head and stroking his goatee as he stepped in his robes flaring out like a cape as he entered the house.
“Welcome home darling!” his newest wife said all but rushing to him. He carefully ignored her and instead handed her some designer stuff that he was told was all the rage. She loved it and rushed off leaving him alone to find the real prize he wanted.
He moved through the house looking for his newest step daughters.
There was a handsome yet wicked man named Eobard Thawn. He was a merchant and a very rich man one who enjoyed wealth and all it provided for him. To be fair he was once a nice person but indulging himself and his particular interest had led that nice part of him to become small and hidden. Eobard was fine with that though because indulging himself seemed much more fun than having to deal with things like morality that would only bring him down. Instead he traveled the world making more and more money all while using it to fund his interest.
His interest were woman spoiling them corrupting them using them and tasting them. He enjoyed many varied exotic flavors in his travels but his taste always primarily revolved around the younger woman. There was some thing so fun and exciting about taking a woman on the cusp of adult hood and corrupting her as much as possible. He took a personal delight in doing such things and with his money he was able to do it as much as he wished.
But as the year went by he began to crave some thing more permanent a girl he could twist into his perfect and ideal wife. Some one that fulfilled all his needs but such a thing was hard to come by even with all his money.
And then he met her
She was old and wicked like him, but she was a widow a widow with three daughters to choose from. From what he heard two of them were her own and particularly beautiful (if she was to believe) and the other one the step daughter was homey and a good help around the house. He reasoned with three daughters to choose from he would be a happy man and with his wealth it was easy to convince her to marry him.
And so it was that Eobard Thawn pulled up to the mansion they now lived in eager to see what delights and treasures await his newest investment. He got out running a hand over his bald head and stroking his goatee as he stepped in his robes flaring out like a cape as he entered the house.
“Welcome home darling!” his newest wife said all but rushing to him. He carefully ignored her and instead handed her some designer stuff that he was told was all the rage. She loved it and rushed off leaving him alone to find the real prize he wanted.
He moved through the house looking for his newest step daughters.
