SUCCESSOR OF NOAH

As Alexander Harrington's chilling laughter echoed through the halls of Thornwood Estate, Noah, the current toilet ****, hurried to his master's side. Trembling with fear, he approached Alex, bowing low in submission.

"You summoned me, Master?" Noah's voice quivered with trepidation, his eyes darting nervously around the room.

Alex's gaze bore into Noah with an intensity that sent shivers down his spine. "Indeed, Noah," he replied, his tone icy and cold. "I require your presence to discuss a matter of utmost importance."

Noah's heart sank as he braced himself for what was to come. He knew all too well the cruelty that lurked beneath Alex's facade of charm and sophistication.

"I am in need of a new toilet ****," Alex continued, his voice dripping with malice. "And I believe you are the perfect candidate to oversee the training of your successor."

Noah's blood ran cold at the prospect, his mind reeling with horror at the thought of being replaced. But he knew better than to question his master's orders.

"As you wish, Master," Noah replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "I will ensure that the transition is seamless."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Alex turned away, leaving Noah to contemplate his grim fate. And as he watched his master's retreating figure, Noah knew that his days as Thornwood Estate's toilet **** were numbered – condemned to be cast aside like yesterday's refuse, discarded and forgotten in the relentless pursuit of power and domination.