He is Mine. He is Free.

He's on his knees trembling while I tower over him.
I circle around him slowly the click of my heels makes him flinch slightly and I laugh.
My slave is drenched in sweat, naked, and vulnerable.
In this moment he has been cleansed of his sins.
His life has purpose, the burden of free will is gone.
From this moment on every breath, every heartbeat and every cent he owns belongs to me
He has given up his worldly possessions and followed his Lord into the promised land.
"Yes my Lord." is his prayer.
In the words 'Sent my Savior' lie his salvation.
My commands are his gospel. My touch cures him.

I kneel down and look straight into his eyes and say " You will follow me until your dying day. Your last breath will be used saying my name."
and he says " Yes, my Lord"
He is free.