Here’s part four of the Gluttony series. I can see one, mayyyybe two more if I push this out, but I’m not 100% sure that I can. I’m ready to move on to another Sin, and I’m avoiding Wrath because I think that would be the easiest to do. I’m contemplating Vanity next.
What happened to Mirena Sampson?
She once was a young model who once had an incredibly promising career. Mirena Sampson had it all – Vogue Cover shoots, she was a Victoria’s Secret Angel, and was just about to land the cover of Sports Illustrated’s Swimsuit edition. Then, one day… she disappeared.
Her appearances cancelled, and all apologies made through her agent. And no one has heard of her since.
What happened to this rising star?
Mirena sighed, watching as the words played out before her in one of the many internet reports. Her disappearance from the public eye was almost seen as an urban legend. Some said that she was a ghost who came back to prove that the dead could still survive in this word. Some others say that she had been murdered in a nasty love triangle. Others, still, thought she had been witness to a horrible crime and was now being hidden by the FBI.
Hoisting herself out of her chair and grabbing her latest can of coke, Mirena knew the truth. It was none of the above – she had just simply gotten fat.
Not just run of the mill, age taking over and making her sort of fat, fat either. Over the past three years, Mirena had a new passion for food, and not any specific kind of food – all food. She would eat until she was full, and wait, and then eat some more. Sometimes she ate until she was sick, others she ate until she could hardly see straight. She always had her meals with some sort of sugary soda or heavily alcoholic beverage as well.
Her agent had tried to talk to her several times prior to Mirena disappearing from the public eye. Every time, Mirena insisted she just needed a break, before she finally broke the contract. Luckily, Mirena had gotten a financial advisor when she first got her big paycheck from modelling, and now was comfortably set for life in her little apartment.
She also had her own “BBW” channel that she now modelled for. Men were more than willing to see her do things to her body both with food and without it, that helped to pay the bills. More often than not, these men would pay to watch her eat.
And since that’s all that Mirena wanted to do, it worked out.
She still hadn’t been able to figure out what had spurred this eating binge three years ago. But she knew that the eating was her constant companion now, and it helped, a little.
“My lord. Have you prepared yourself for your bride? I sense that she is almost ready to join you.” Mazireb rasped, watching as the Prince of Gluttony continued to feast on the never ending meals of hell.
“I am, and you have done well. Tell me, what did you use?”
Mazireb smiled, his yellowed teeth rotten and his breath rancid. “A spell, of course. One that inspired her to eat, and eat and eat. And soon your bride will come to you willingly.”
The Prince laughed. “She is almost perfect. I can’t wait to have her here with me.” Mazireb nodded, knowing that the Prince’s bride would join them before the year’s end. He just had to place the last pieces on the chess board… it was time to show the world what had happened to Mirena Sampson.