That crooked smile,

So awkwardly placed on his face

Of satisfaction he endures

I wonder if he knows,

I'm watching from the shadows

Always watching, but never saying a word

I respond to his orders

Without second thought

Loving the way he talks to me

The rude and naïve commands

Of a game of chess

That will never be the same again

When will he learn?

I am one hell of a butler

And can do as I please

However

We are bonded by a single desire

A contract that can never be broken

Until it is time

That I can have my way with him

And devour his soul