Fear still radiated throughout her, which was good, because he fed off it. She was his now. "Yes. I agree to your terms. I do wish to know what the "mark" is, though." She would say as she swallowed hard. Tongue would caress lips as he ran it across them slowly for her to see. He wanted her to know exactly what he would need from her without saying much about it. He was a trickster after all. "Your voice." He would say in a mere whisper as he leaned down and exhaled abruptly. He wanted his warmth breath to caress the fine hairs on her cheeks and forehead. What would she say now? Could she live her life being a mute bitch? Was she ready to commit to the upcoming mafia? He would make her strong, he could protect her from all harm. All he wanted was he loyalty. Would she grant it?
