He was an uncle of mine, he was. Big fella, big mouth, big spender. Always strapped for cash and such. One day he asked me for a loan, because I had money saved for a rainy day. But I couldn’t do anything without permission of Milady, of course. So we went to see Her. My uncle was really scared and he shit himself on a monumental scale. Lady Heidi listened to his trembling plea. Then She smiled. The smile of a predator, it was.
You have My permission, She said to my crapping uncle. Of course you need to pay back the loan plus interest …
I promise, Your Ladyship, my uncle whispered.
She shook Her head. That’s not good enough for Me. I want a collateral, a guarantee that you will fulfil your obligation. If you fail to pay, you will become My slave and My property. Deal?
My uncle suddenly turned very pale, he did. He knew the shit had hit the fan and he realised that only a thoughtful and balanced speech could save him from Her clutches. He said: I … I … uh … La … I … You … uh … I … I …
I thought it sounded pretty convincing, but Milady had a different opinion about that.
Oh, for goodness sake, be silent or I will nail your tongue to the table! We have a deal, end of discussion. The interest rate is 93 per cent per month, which, I think, is a bargain. It’s like giving it away for free, isn’t it?
My uncle said ‘ah’ or something along those lines and fainted on the floor. Poor man. He was living on borrowed time, my uncle was.
You have My permission, She said to my crapping uncle. Of course you need to pay back the loan plus interest …
I promise, Your Ladyship, my uncle whispered.
She shook Her head. That’s not good enough for Me. I want a collateral, a guarantee that you will fulfil your obligation. If you fail to pay, you will become My slave and My property. Deal?
My uncle suddenly turned very pale, he did. He knew the shit had hit the fan and he realised that only a thoughtful and balanced speech could save him from Her clutches. He said: I … I … uh … La … I … You … uh … I … I …
I thought it sounded pretty convincing, but Milady had a different opinion about that.
Oh, for goodness sake, be silent or I will nail your tongue to the table! We have a deal, end of discussion. The interest rate is 93 per cent per month, which, I think, is a bargain. It’s like giving it away for free, isn’t it?
My uncle said ‘ah’ or something along those lines and fainted on the floor. Poor man. He was living on borrowed time, my uncle was.
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