Chapter Seventeen
Crucio
My wife is having another of her wildly popular parties tonight. Oh, woe is me! My mundane daily suffering is spiking up once again toward the stratosphere.
This time the party’s being held in the huge rectangular living room, where each wall boasts a most compelling attraction.
The short north wall hosts the most mundane of these: a fully stocked bar backed by a floor to ceiling and wall to wall mirror. Opposite to this the entire south wall is transparent glass, which affords a stunning view of her rose garden and beyond that the small private lake.
Narrow paved paths wind through bushes of roses in every hue. Some of their blooms are the size of saucers, some small enough to pass through a wedding ring, and others are of every size in between. Strategical
