His eyes never blinked or wavered from mine, encompassing me in a field of control.

Determined to enshroud his enchantment.

Every bloody mark had assassinated my writing along the way.

I assumed this yoke would encase me as well as any another hobble. Only this one bound the mind.

His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.

In mid-stroke of word and paper fusion