Every bloody mark had assassinated my writing along the way.

Determined to enshroud his enchantment.

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

In mid-stroke of word and paper fusion

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

The annihilating strokes slashed across my penned heartfelt words.