The first girl in this allegory was a young woman of noble birth and glory. She was spoiled and wretched and getting what she wanted at all times summed up her life story. She had fine gowns, lavish balls and many male suitors that would come in and out of her life without much thought, all of them faceless commuters.
When she first saw The Klepto she was in denial. For the first time in her life she was attracted to a man's smile. He seduced her with his charms and before long she was embraced in his arms. In the princess's quarters they made love, they were animals, every climax she felt possessed by the power of hundred pound mortars.
Hours went by and soon her eyes, blue as the skies, were closed as the young princess drifted off to sleep. This is the time when The Klepto would decide what to keep. He looked at her body, glowing and satisfied, and then looked to her face and discovered that which she most glorified.
Into her arm he inserted a needle to make her sleep deeper and then a cold stare emerged that would terrify the grim reaper. He looked down at her face at what she most prized. She used them to look down in contempt at those she despised. One first, then the other our Klepto plucked out both of her eyes.
Originally written in February, 2007. I was going for a Dr. Seuss meets Roald Dahl's more adult work sort of vibe.