I sipped from my tea once more before eyeing him over my desk to where he leaned against the wall, sitting on the floor, stripped of all his dignity, weakened and bruised from all the marks my teeth against his skin had left. I turned my attention to the papers he had handed to me and those which had angered me.
As I read, I questioned, "So, you're saying the price of my love's not a price that you're willing to pay?" Even as a rhetoric, I made a pause for him to answer. When no response came from him as he looked down, not meeting my gaze, I continued, "You ought to remember that we made an arrangement when you decided to go away. Any thoughts on that?" Nothing. "Now," I walked to him and knelt in front of his bare body, "you're making me mad with your silence. Remember, love, despite our estrangement, you coming from all the way across the sea," I gently grabbed his chin, making him look at me, "I'm your man."
"I no longer want to be yours," came his response, toned in a raspy voice as he eyed me with a rather blackened eye.
"Well, you can leave then, but you know you'll be back, rather soon, you'll see. You'll remember that you belong to me. Time will tell and eventually, you'll remember that I have served you well." I let him go rather roughly, to be honest and rose to my feet. "Oceans may rise and empires might fall and we have and will see each other through it all, and I assure you that if, no, when push comes to shove," I turned then to glare at him, "I am more than capable to send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love."
"Our love is simply draining and I can't go on, to be honest," he dared admit.
Of course, but you'll be the one complaining when I am gone." I turned to him again and softly placed my hand around his neck. "And I've told you not to change the subject!" The last words, I spit through my teeth in rage as I tightened my grip on his neck and pushed him upward to his feet. My expression softened once I took notice of his wincing. "Because you're my favorite subject." I caressed his cheek with my free hand. "My sweet, submissive subject; my loyal, royal subject." I gently kissed his lips. "Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever."
"You still want to leave?" I awaited his response, but he remained silent as he stared at me and held the wrist from the arm that had him restrained. "We both know that you'll be back like before, because it's clear that I will fight this fight and win it! For your love and praise, of course, and when I get you back, I'll love you till my dying days. If you ever run away again, I'll go mad, so I rather," I kissed his chin, "you don't throw away this thing we have, 'cause when push comes to shove," I neared my face very close to his in a threatening way, "I will kill your friends and family to remind you of my love, and that I assure you of."
"So, go ahead and leave, but you'll be back to me, willingly or not!"