SAVAGE
Samael watched her cower on the floor, trying so desperately to muster the courage to challenge his gaze only for her words to tumble out in a heap of apologies. Of course the witch couldn't stand up to him, no more than he could cast one of her spells. She was in his realm now, and that was right where he wanted her to stay.
Annalee was no supermodel but damn if she didn't look good on her knees. Seeing her there made his temptation to drain her dry here and now simmer down a little.
"Hushhhhhh…" he said and stepped close, crouching by her side, caressing a cold and calculated finger along her cheek, down her neck, over the still fresh wound at her neck. The wounds he'd put there.
"I understand you are desperate to make amends," he breathed, smelling her hair. "As you should be." The sight of the water gathering in her eyes made his heart beat even harder, his mouth water. Hells, he was thirstier than ever, despite drinking from her moments ago, or maybe it was because of it.
"But this is not something that can just slide in to forgetfulness. Not without recompense," he brushed the tip of his nose against hers in a way which was both intimate and entirely void of affection.
"I'm a man of my word, Ana, you know that." He cupped her face in both his hands. "I promised to only take a little from you tonight and so I did. But more blood is owed to me. If it's not to be yours then... it's time for our Timothy Oglevee Crompton of the Wilkenstonshire Cromptons to pay his debt." The tip of his thumb traced the outline of her lips. "Bring me his blood, Ana. Then maybe this little mistake of yours can pass, and you and I can... well..." his eyes sparkled, his smile was as exact as it was dazzling.
[Rolling Hypnotic on Annalee: 1+6+2=9 The hypnosis works but she realises exactly what he's done to her]