Uinta Mountains, Utah
The Garden of Divine Light
George Bennington, rechristened and redeemed as Gideon, sat at his desk, staring fixedly at the video recording of that traitorous b***h Iris. On repeat, over and over, he watched her waltz around his woman-servant’s dormitory, waltz into his library and take his money, waltz on out of his sacred compound. Over and over, he watched her give him a huge smile and then flip him her middle finger.
Who the hell did she think she was? No, scratch that – what the hell was she doing thinking at all? Who the f**k gave her permission to do that?
Yes, the dumb slut had only been one of his flowers for a year, and as such she was the last and least-important of all his property. She’d been a drug-addled wreck when she’d arrived at the Garden, hollow
