He was beginning to wonder if Wyonna would accept or not, but as he had hoped the small sample of her sight being returned was enough to break down her inhibitions. Spencer had looked into those clear blue eyes for the brief moment that he had restored them and what he saw within made him want her even more. She was the one he had been searching for all along. The perfect woman that he could corrupt and mold into his own personal concubine to rule the Circle of Lust by his side for all of eternity. Such delightfully dark pleasures he would show her, and then watch as she performed those acts upon the damned souls of the Earth. Yes, she would be his, but first he needed to complete the task at hand.<br/><br/>"You have agreed to our contract Wyonna," he said with a hint of excitement tinging his words, "but agreement is not binding little witch." Stepping back from her he snapped his fingers and the room was engulfed in a reddish hue, casting everything around them in a sinister light.<br/><br/>The floorboards shook and splintered, surrounding her in a perfect circle with a sickening crack. The sound of metallic grinding rose to a nearly ear-shattering cacophony as silvery chains rose from below. The metal was stained with darkened splotches of what could only be the dried blood of their former victims. From above her the ceiling's plaster had split open as well and more of those demonic bindings snaked forth to grab her wrists, pulling her arms up above her head and holding her in place. Once she was secured the bonds from below wrapped themselves around her slender ankles and spread her legs with vicious force. "Now what will happen next, this is binding."<br/><br/>His sadistic play on words was mimicked in the way his eyes began to burn with a previously quelled fire. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled forth an ornately carved straight razor and slowly opened it, making certain to let the menacing light to catch on every little bit of the blade's length. "Some of my kin prefer the old way of sealing a deal by way of kissing their contractor. I however, much rather enjoy sharing an even more intimate moment with those who call upon me."<br/><br/>Spencer stepped up to the girl who was now held completely at his mercy and ran the blunt side of the deadly instrument along her jawline. "There will be pain," he stated in a perfectly factual tone, "Oh yes, there will be so much pain dear Wyonna. I do promise that through it all you will be taken to the depths of pleasure few of your kind are ever privy to. In the end you will have your sight returned, and how differently you will see the world once I have finished. So, shall we get started?" It wasn't a question that required an answer for she was his plaything now. He drew the razor's edge across her collarbone leaving a thin gash of a mere inch in length, but the fire that burned in that wound would cause her to scream as he leaned in to run his tongue over it. The coppery liquid that was her life's essence made him smile broadly as he began to laugh, preparing to continue his work.