"Ugh. What the hell are you doing?" Henry asked with a groan as he struggled against the spellbinding that held him in place.
"I need a new Hive, Henry," Angus said, "And you'll have the honor of being the first one in it."
Henry opened to speak again but the purple energy of the Vinculum driving into his body forced his mouth shut as his mind got pulled into a strange space.
A realm with nothing besides the magical hue of the Bond-Maker/Breaker. Henry tried to speak but found that he could not. He tried to move but that failed too. In this purple realm, he no longer had control of his body and actions. He was just a sitting duck for Angus to bond with.
Tentacles began to stretch all over the space and pierced into Henry's body. He found his personality began to transform and meld into something else— something larger than himself.
He hated the feeling. It was sickening, and yet, try as he might, he could not break free.
