He shuddered as he laid on the floor from what he had endured so far. Perspiration was running down his skin and the rope that was binding him was beginning to leave marks.
“You know quite well, deep within you,” I said as I laid down next to him and gently ran a finger around his ear. “That there is only a single power, a single salvation.”
He slowly opened his eyes and looked directly into mine. A delicious look of pleading.
“You call it: Mistress” I said with as innocent a smile I could muster.
“Oh god.” He said as he shut his eyes tightly and turned his head away.
“I will tell you what I have told many.” I whispered as my smile turned into a grin and I leaned in close.” ‘God’ has no place within these walls. This is my realm, my space. If he existed, he would fear to walk here.”
“Please, no more.” He said through wavering breaths.
I slowly stood. “Are you begging me or your ‘god’?”
“You, Mistress, Goddess. Please, no more.”
“Never let it be said that I am not benevolent.” I said as I loosened his wrist restraints just enough to allow the blood to flow again. “Though I hope you realise that I will need to punish you for worshiping a false deity.”
Velvet Thoughts by Aemilia Hawk 