LOVE?

I would attach his limbs to my fingertips with a scarlet ribbon slowly, delicately, and sweetly. Play his favorite music. Dress him in his favorite coats that I made with the utmost care. While dancing to his favorite music and gazing into my eyes as though I were the center of the universe, he would become infatuated with me.

I would be the god who possesses his heart. He would allow me to toy with it however I pleased. Stab it with colorful, exquisite knives. He would allow me to delicately, slowly, and lovingly scrape his heart, then let me have the joy of consuming the fragments. Until all that remains of him is a vessel for my adoration.

While he is totally smitten with the knives, I made myself, I would ask him with a sweet smile:

"Am I your god yet, darling?"

He would say "Yes."