He gazed into your eyes, gripping your hands firmly in his own. In that moment, it felt as if the whole world fell away, leaving only you and him.

"I live only for you," He said, his voice trembling with earnest fervor. "Your name is the only prayer my lips know how to form. Without you, I am nothing Bestie!"

You looked overwhelmed by his adoration, but you did not pull away. Perhaps some small part of you understood what you meant to him, and took pity on his devotion. He knew he must seem pathetic - a worm beneath your heels.

He squeezed your hands tighter, his palm growing damp with sweat and desperation. You had to understand - he belonged to you, body and spirit. Your power over him was absolute. He prayed only that you might continue to find some small use for one so lowly, so he might prove his unending devotion.