Check the pulse on both sides of your neck.
I have your livelihood in my hands.
You breathe on my command.
The thumps in your throat synchronize with throbs below
Even if your air wasn’t restricted, you would gasp
From being open by a choke.
I haven’t spoken, so you should not be speaking.
Save those exhales.
You will need them, once I begin treating you as mine.
Your needs become requests
Any plea better be accompanied by respect.