With those fateful words reverberating through my system, stilling my body to an artificial obedience and abating my willpower to little more than a fraction of its former glory. Those two words and just like that, every limb in my body ceases to function. My mind sinks into a spiral of compliance, forged with the idea that moving- in any sense of the word, would be suddenly the most awful thing to do.
A vampire's glamour has always been a binding one, an enactment that can last a lifetime if the creature so sees it fit. And perhaps I should have presumed that sooner or later Soren would hold me under its grasp, use it to tease and toy with me in the flirtatious and daring manner that vampires often do, but I find even so that the knowledge of that notion does not make me any less bitter to the consequences.
