Patron
Added 2021-07-27 16:20:53 +0000 UTCYour agreement to serve the demon Sinder requires certain things of you. Try not to forget them.
This is a microfiction teaser for an upcoming Long-form fiction (available to £5 patrons) piece that I'm writing! I'm hoping to release it today or tomorrow!
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You locked your front door as you entered and breathed a sigh of relief. Home at last, after a very long day. It was only when you heard footsteps that you turned to see them striding towards you. Eyes burning, horns seeming to rend the air with every step. “Welcome home, Human.”
Sinder. Your demonic patron. Here, in the flesh. You open your mouth to speak, but at a hand raised from them, you feel the words die in your throat. A single, elegant finger points to the floor, and you feel yourself dragged down to your knees. At this, a small smirk appears.
“Long day? Been through hell? Poor little human. You missed your tribute last night. And the night before. I’m here to collect.” They stop, seeing the look in your eye. “If- fuck. If you’re free, that is.” You nod, very gently, and the stern look reappears on their face.
“Good. Right, let’s do away with these…” They wave a hand over your body, and your clothes land on the floor, folded neatly, and then, they beckon you to follow them, as they head towards the bedroom. You try to stand, but find a force stops you from rising to your feet.
They call over their shoulder, as they slink through the doorway. “If I wanted you to walk, I’d have said so. You can crawl, plaything.” And meekly, feeling the submission that their presence brings to your mind, you crawl, on your hands and knees, like the puppet that you are.
