Those eyes...
Those eyes that pierce right through me.
The ones that knock the wind out of me even if I cant see them, I can feel them, watching me, analysing me, studying me making sure I don't step out of line, I don't slip up, I don't disgrace my elegance and grace that he so willingly gave me with the help of his so called research...
I stand at his side, arm's folded behind my back. Back straight, no talking or even moving, you most always look superior when facing the enemy. The enemy I have lost sight of, I only follow him his orders ,his gesture's, his commands. I obey them all without hesitation or even a signal thought.
I owe him that much...to just obey him to just give him what he wanted after all that was his intention with me, I'm just another prop in his glorious plan to purify this disgusting world.
He saved me from my own destruction giving me the power to take my revenge and all he asked in return was for me to serve him which I gladly obliged to, not exactly knowing what I'd get myself into..well now I know and I take pride in my position as his right hand solider, I was created for him for his actions alone.
I'm his in the morning...in the evening...and at night.
He told me once that I was his perfect vision of the world he would soon create. I didn't take it to heart since I'm sure it was only pillow talk but still it meant a lot to know his opinion of me...
I'm glad I had the honour of being anything he wanted and for fulfilling any of his needs and request's.
I'll always be his, he created me...enhanced me...perfected me into his own greatest desire...
He has claimed me in more then one way..
And in a strange way i guess i could say I'm his
Property...