"Master!Master!" The words slipped from my lips at last. I had finally yielded to him. Alex wasn't just a man; he was something darker, born of fire and shadow, and I,only a ghost had followed him straight into hell.
I knelt before the real devil.
"You need to be disciplined," he said, his voice low and unyielding. Rising to his feet, he reached for a collar resting on the table and fastened it around my neck with deliberate care.
"Now!on my command."
"Yes, Master." The words left me willingly this time, a surrender as I knelt naked at his feet, the weight of the collar a strange mix of punishment and belonging.
He exuded an ineffable majesty, a heavy oppression I had never known before. Even the purest angel, if she were to meet this devil, would not be able to hold onto her original faith. How many fallen angels, I wondered, had already bent their knees to him?
