Hostage: Earthling Cornertext (Part-1)

A world leaping gems-daredevil is caged by a snow-cabin witch of dark-IQ and must require a wrestle-know ingenuity for escape from vanity.

Hostage wit(s) vignette/fiction (trilogy). Thanks for reading (Happy Autumn-'25, all) 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to any person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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Mr. Amlan Satan, world blood-diamond operationalist and water-guns filled with HCL artist, had earned his retreat from black market intelligence-heroics and found-way to a snowy region of the Western world where rest and sleep would coincide with meditations on the 'rich' history of his masked deeds of heists for bad-company gossip-making to draw 'examination' eye in the 21st-Century (Facebook-like!).

ESMERELDA: You're my prisoner now, and for-evermore, fool.

MR. SATAN: This is evil, bad young witch of this snow-land (damn).

ESMERELDA: You're something of a James Bond type, as you confessed.

MR. SATAN: You poisoned me and tied me up because I needed kerosene.

ESMERELDA: You knocked on the wrong neighbor-door of this cabin-area, fool.

MR. SATAN: Now, I'm your hostage, but I fear I'm in vertigo for your agenda here.

ESMERELDA: I shall read to you bedtime stories of dread and Earthling frailty, fool.

MR. SATAN: I get it, young witch...should I fail to interpret, you'll cut me up, no?

ESMERELDA: You must react to the story magic with the right hero-reaction, fool.

MR. SATAN: You're some nihilist test-runner then for some thing snow-humanoid.

ESMERELDA: You find me attractive, James Bond (Mr. Amlan Satan)?

MR. SATAN: Your beauty hides a beast in this snow, witch...proceed.

ESMERELDA: Selfie-like.

Every night for that entire Winter's season Amlan Satan was to (otherwise) spend meditating on the value of retreat from dark/dangerous work of insurance-heroics for the chemistry of modern Blue-Planet capitalism integrity stories, the young (evil?) witch, quite-attractive (Esmerelda) read to the planetary hero special tales of the Realism/Rationalism of capitalism's special/undeniable frailties, and she started with three stories about a vain-broker in Manhattan named Mister Wonka (ok). Amlan knew he'd not have the right-stuff reaction to impress her with his brains, so he had to derive the right-stuff wit(s) to sway her that he was no ordinary-survivor for social media 'culture' reflection (Selfie-like!).

ESMERELDA: What's this you noted and sought with me now, fool?

MR. SATAN: I saw your thumb-wrestler hand-toy on your cabin table, witch!

ESMERELDA: So...it could be something some mother-child gifted me, before I ate them.

MR. SATAN: Let's see the toy...there's no harm here...I'm tied up still after-all, witch.

ESMERELDA: What's this plan, James Bond (Mr. Amlan Satan)?

MR. SATAN: Here's the deal, witch; you untie my arms for our nightly thumb-contest.

ESMERELDA: Contest?

MR. SATAN: You read one of your stories of capitalism, and then we express with thumbs.

ESMERELDA: Psyche-charades, fool?

MR. SATAN: Should I prove 'strings' over-and-over, I prove my valor for Selfie-wit(s).

ESMERELDA: Hmmm...that's (rather)...man-cute...you've a bargain fool.

MR. SATAN: Let the thumb-knightages begin, young witch (ok).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)