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

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.

I set the timer. The silent countdown, with the not-so-silent alarm blast at the end of the twenty-minutes commenced. The ticking and tocking started its merciless countdown.