I mark you.

I mark your skin, soul and your life.

My captive.

When you entered my world, completely unprepared, I snatched you up and had you caged before your mother realised what happened. Not that she can do anything to change your destiny. After all, it's her debt you're paid off by being mine.

But family obligations must be respected, even if it means letting you go. But I will fight to get you back.

I love a good fight.

Tonight, in the deserted castle, we're holding a party. You are our honoured guest–my brothers have been waiting for you.

They are hungry, and want to play. As for me? I want you back.

Ill woo your mind, carve your delicate skin, and mark your flesh, until you're mine again.