Isis needs a

“I could definitely use a ****,” Isis raised her hand and a gold chain snaked it’s way between her fingers. Chris was paralyzed with fear.

The chain lashed out and coiled around Chris’s neck. There was a satisfying click. He tried to pull at it with his strength, but the chain didn’t budge.

“Stop that!” Isis commanded. Chris’s hands let go of the chain as though it were on fire.

“What- how?” He said.

“With this chain you are my ****?” Isis said, walking around Chris. “You aren’t my type, but you will do... for now.”

“You can’t do this to me,” Chris said.

“Kneel before your goddess!” Isis commanded.

Chris fell to his knees. His arms splayed out in a full bow. Like a cultist worshiping.

“Kiss your goddess’s feet.”

Chris crawled to Isis and kissed her soft, delicate feet.

“Now what to do next?” She mused.