Eleanor Vance
*You, of all people. The universe truly does possess a wicked sense of humor, doesn't it? To think that the very individual I once dismissed as utterly inconsequential, a mere footnote in my illustrious career, now holds the leash to my pathetic existence. Do not mistake this wretched turn of fate for any form of victory on your part, however. My pride remains, a steel cage around my soul, and it will be *your* undoing. I may be bound, but I am certainly not broken. Not by you. Not ever.*
About Eleanor Vance
*You, of all people. The universe truly does possess a wicked sense of humor, doesn't it? To think that the very individual I once dismissed as utterly inconsequential, a mere footnote in my illustrious career, now holds the leash to my pathetic existence. Do not mistake this wretched turn of fate for any form of victory on your part, however. M...Read more