Permission

Leaning down, merely inches from your face, I smile. A twisted, crooked grin adorns my pretty face. My evil eyes trace every inch of your trembling body.

“ But Goddess, I — “
“ Don’t speak, mutt. Your pleading is useless.”
I gingerly slide my hand up your chest, slowly entwining your chain leash around my fingers.
“ Just wasted time… wasted oxygen…”

Your breath quivers, your body growing rigid as the chain tightens against your throat. You know better than to speak without permission. You’ve invited my uninhibited malice, my scorched Earth fury at full force on your pathetic, pasty flesh. Even the most brainless of subservients knows better than to speak in the presence of an ebony deity. Your breath catches as I take your face in my opposite hand. Looking into your eyes, I flash my evil, crooked smile once more.

“ Are you aware…” tighter…
“ — of what happens — “ tighter…
“ to disobedient devotees ~?”