Noah

\'\'It’s time, little pet, to take a little trip.\'\'
“Yes Noah” I say to the face in the eight ball. Noah wants me to leave my pet behind. He is the police chief that came to me over a year ago. He reminded me of someone I think I new before Noah. I had to have him and Noah said that it was a fine choice. The man is asleep for the moment. Had he been awake he may have been confused as to why I seemed to be talking to myself.

I gave him the Ambrosia from Noah’s needle last night as well as the slim black strip of cloth to cover his eyes. He was amazed, as I was I suppose at the sight of us together looking so the same. He was a fine choice I stroke his hair back before leaving. Noah has given me instructions as to where to go. So I leave my little plaything on the bed and put my needle and my eight ball next to him. He will see the truth when he wakes just like I did.

I leave through the back door that is hidden behind the wall of honor. I take the picture as an afterthought. It is a picture of my playthings old life; he doesn’t even recognize himself in it. I smile proud of how I have transcended him unto the ranks of the gods.

I walk down the street in the middle of the night and notice the thugs and thieves seam to avoid me. Maybe it’s the corset that bothers them. I had it made by one of my worshipers, it looks just like the one that Noah had. I walk down back allies and avoid the lights and noise of the main streets.

A gang starts to follow me whispering to each other and brandishing knives and chains. They seam unorganized and without a leader. They haven’t tried to attack me yet but soon I am down a alleyway that has no other way out. They smirk to one another and I wait. This is where Noah has told me to go and this is where I will wait for further orders.

The start to come forward but one of them tells them to wait, evidently for their leader. When he finally comes I can’t help but to smile. I know him, his name, his family, his age; he has told me everything that I have asked for. He worships me regularly and I often take him into my bed. He is quite beautiful love tracing the scars on his body with my nails and sometimes making new ones. I know of his gang to, he is their absolute leader and whatever he says goes. None of them have been to me yet on my orders to him.

He walks up to me and falls to his knees with his head down he waits for my order. His gang has gone silent. They know of me it seams because slowly one by one they lower themselves to their knees keeping their heads down. They don’t put their weapons down though, at least not until I tell them to. I focus my gaze on their leader. He is a priest for me to these people. He tells them that Noah; that I am absolute and defying me would be a blasphemous act worthy of death.

“Come here,” I say. He crawls forward and I pull him to his feet. Slowly I press his lips to my own, my hand sliding down to touch and tease other places on his body. I release him from my lips and he once again fall to his knees before me. He has my blessings now.

“Leave us,” My voice comes from behind me. I don’t flinch when what seams to be my own hand lands on my shoulder them slowly finds it’s way up my neck. His nails start caressing my skin and causing crimson droplets to flow down my chest. The gang leaves us and I turn to my god. He pulls me into a kiss repeating my actions of only moments ago. He then leads me in an almost invisible door that looks exactly like the wall it resides in. In the room he leads me through endless tunnels into the hazy atmosphere that is his bed room. He sits on the bed looking and waits.

I look at him to see that once again the only thing covering his face is a strip concealing his eyes. I can feel his eyes burning up my soul. Before it only burns holes but now I can feel the flames licking away within me, and god it feels so good. I kneel with my head down and wait. His long thin fingers hold my chin and lift my face up. He then pulls me up onto the bed laughing.

“I’ve missed you pet.” He says grinning like a wildcat.

“I’ve missed you too Noah.” I say grinning along side him and weeping teas of joy and embrace him once again. He then moves me to a face down position on the bed and chains my arms and legs so that I can’t move. He wants to play and so do I. I’ve missed the old pain of our games, he was the only one I’ve ever let control me and hurt me this way. He loves me enough to hurt me just the way I like it.

Noah loves me this I know,
because his laughter tells me so.

Throughout the night we play his games and when his games hut me enough to make me bleed he laps up the blood eagerly; and when his games hurt him enough to bleed I am allowed to drink my ambrosia and taste the sweet nectar of my god. Eventually he notices the picture that had dropped out of my corset onto the floor. He picks it up and looks at it. “I told you,” he says taking it up next to a picture of a man holding a woman watching two girls fight over a shirt. “A fine choice, good boy,” he smiles as he strokes my hair and other places. I look over at the wall smiling at the words, “A place of honor.” The wall has so many pictures before my new one already. I wonder why Noah would keep all these pictures but I don’t dwell on it for long. Noah wants to play anther game.