As the enchanted limousine carriage glided smoothly through the city streets, its automatic guidance system ensured an uninterrupted journey. Inside, however, the scene was anything but serene. Miranda Sweetness was using Aurelius, the once-proud elf now reduced to an apple-turned-plaything, as a "boxing Sexy bag." Each blow from her fists—or occasionally, her magic-infused nails—shattered not just his physical form but also his spirit.
The carriage shook with the force of her attacks, her power both overwhelming and merciless. Aurelius's screams, once filled with anger and resistance, diminished into whimpers and finally silence. By the time Miranda finished, he was utterly broken, his body and soul emptied of any remaining dignity.
Satisfied with her handiwork, Miranda converted Aurelius back into an apple and casually placed him in her basket alongside the orange containing Hyperman. The limousine carriage came to a halt outside the TV studio, where one of her assistants quickly opened the door for her.
Emerging with practiced grace, Miranda waved and blew kisses to the crowd, the cameras capturing her every move. She handed out apples to adoring fans, each one smiling at what they believed was a generous gift from their beloved princess. Of course, she kept Hyperman and Aurelius safely in her basket, saving them for later.
Once inside, Miranda headed to her private dressing room. Standing before the ornate mirror, she began meticulously preparing for the interview. Her makeup was flawless, her hair styled to perfection, and her demeanor carefully calculated to exude charm and intellect.
As she worked, Miranda jotted down a list of sweet but fabricated answers to anticipated questions. Lies came easily to her, each one as polished and sugary as the persona she presented to the public. Simultaneously, she prepared a concealed knife, her thoughts already drifting toward potential contingencies.
When the manager entered the room to inform her that there were thirty minutes remaining, Miranda’s expression shifted from serene to predatory. Without hesitation, she hurled the knife, striking him directly in the chest. The manager crumpled to the floor, lifeless, his clipboard clattering beside him.
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With a flick of her wrist, Miranda reverted Aurelius to his original elf form. His broken spirit made him compliant as she handed him the manager's uniform and gave a simple, chilling command: "Put this on and impersonate him. If you fail or resist, I’ll make our earlier session seem like a kind gesture."
Defeated, Aurelius complied, dressing in the manager’s clothes as Miranda used a spell to enhance his appearance, making him indistinguishable from the original. Once his disguise was complete, she transformed the manager’s corpse into a fruit, hiding it among the others in her basket.
The stage was set. Miranda lounged in the dressing room until Aurelius, now disguised as the manager, came to escort her to the studio floor.
Under the bright lights of the set, Miranda dazzled the audience, answering the scripted questions with poise and eloquence. Each query had been carefully altered at her request, ensuring she appeared as an unparalleled genius, a paragon of virtue. The crowd hung on her every word, their admiration palpable.
But then, the unexpected happened. The interviewer pulled out an additional set of questions, ones Miranda hadn’t prepared for. Her smile faltered for the briefest of moments as she scanned the page, realizing these questions could unravel her carefully woven web of lies.
Thinking quickly, she conjured a small, concealed explosive and triggered it in a distant part of the studio. The explosion was sudden and deafening, throwing the entire building into chaos. Smoke and screams filled the air, providing the perfect cover for Miranda’s escape.
Amid the panic, she slipped backstage and reverted Aurelius into an apple once more, placing him back in her basket. Unbothered by the destruction she had caused, she blended into the fleeing crowd and made her way to her limousine carriage.
As she settled into the plush interior, the carriage sped away, leaving the burning studio and panicked crowd behind. Miranda leaned back with a satisfied smile, glancing at the two fruits in her basket.
"Two toys, still so much potential," she mused aloud, her voice dripping with amusement. To her, the lives she had ruined were nothing more than a source of entertainment, and the chaos she left behind was a mere afterthought.