Knowing
Three… Two…One… Imaginary funeral bells rang in the back of my mind as the time changed, and things were finally official. My poor Bassie would be chained to that little brat for a while now. It was a pity, such a handsome demon like that shouldn't be forced to babysit an arrogant child.
A sigh escaped me as I grabby my Bassie doll. He may not admit to it, but one day…one day hell let me paint it red with his precious master's blood. The walls and the floor will be stained with that glorious crimson substance, and it will slowly seep into the carpets while Bassie watches. He'll smile and then I'll finally get my kiss.
Not many could pick up on it, but I noticed what burned just beneath the surface. The desire for the brat had faded, and his longing for a soul had only intensified. He won't talk about it, he'll try to not even think about it, but as the years slowly morph to decades, and time continues on. He'll still be stuck with that brat. My Bassie will grow frustrated and he'll come to me. Desperation would do that to anyone after all. I'd tease him a bit; pretend I didn't know what he was talking about. He'd get all fired up and his eyes would turn that beautiful pink color, and I'd tease him a bit more before bending to his will…and maybe getting a few more snapshots.
There was no way my beloved Bassie would admit that now, but it was there, I could see his frustration no matter how deep it was buried. I could wait; and I would make sure I kept tabs on him, no matter how much trouble I go into for doing so. I'd break away that controlled sadism that lurked within him and bring it to its full potential. He wouldn't be bound to the worthless humans and he could be the beast that he was. I could wait until then. I would wait no matter how long it took. I'd wait, because love transcends time and space. You can never stop loving someone no matter how much you may tell yourself you have. I know my Bassie loves me, he shows his affection through all the painting he did with the humans; even if it did make more work for me.
Clutching the small doll to my chest I closed my eyes contently, vowing to myself, I'll wait for you Bassie, no matter how long it takes.