The Elevator Forty-First Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused   trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to   put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted   to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an   elevator waiting to see who would get in.

Mark was riding down to the lobby with his wife Denise. They had been married for over two years.  When they first got married, Mark had a job.  Denise had a part-time job and was taking care of the house.  Now, Denise was working full time and still taking care of the house, but Mark was unemployed.  She was sick of it.

"Where are you going?" Denise asked.

"Out."

"Like you need to go anywhere.  I'm the one with a job."   Denise had to get dressed up for her job, Mark didn't even have to wear shoes with laces.  It wasn't right.  She wished she could leave him, but she was a little scared.  he was so much bigger that she was.  He also had a bit of a mean streak.  She liked the bad boy image when they were dating, but not after he lost his job.

"I have things to do."

The apartment was messy, Denise didn't have time to clean it properly.

"Baby, you know I love you," Mark said as he moved in to give her a kiss.  

Suddenly, Denise felt a strength of will she had never had before.  She threw the base of both of her hands at Mark's chin while simultaneously she kneed him in the crotch.  Mark was thrown backward against the elevator's wall.  He grabbed for his aching privates.

"As long as I'm the one working, I'll tell you when you can leave.  I want you to go back to the apartment and clean it up.  When I get home tonight, I expect a hot meal on the table and the place to be spotless," Denise demanded.

Denise had never had a self-defense class in her life, but now she knew enough to teach one.  Mark became fearful of his wife.

"Yes, Dear."

"I've also decided you don't deserve to share a bed with me.  Move your stuff out of my room and move into the guest bedroom.  I'll summon you when I want you.  Is that clear?"

"Yes, Dear."

"Stop calling me Dear.  Start calling me Ma'am or Miss Denise."

"Yes, Dea...Ma'am."

The elevator finally reached the lobby.  Its doors opened.  "Good, now get back upstairs.  And get to it.  There had better not be a thing out of place or there will be hell to pay."

"Yes, Ma'am."

The elevator's door closed and Denise walked away.  She wondered why she hadn't don't this earlier.  She carried her new aggressive attitude into all aspects of her life.

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