Roe had, at one time, been an angel of creation. A divine being that had made parts of the world from nothingness, from the dark and absence of thought. With so much to work with, there was very little that he could not do. His will manifested itself, the scent of ash and charcoal the subtle signs of his changing the raw material of the world into tools of his wants.<br/><br/>Tegan's discarded clothing changed, broke apart and reshaped as Roe's mind enforced his will upon it. Two coils of rope, made soft and strong, silently moved across the floor. Looping and uncoiling from the base pile where it started.<br/><em><br/>It is not alive Tegan, it will not hurt you.</em><br/><br/>His voice was still deep, a heat in it that filled the room with a darkened warmth. She could tell he saw her, watched her. That her arousal was apparent to his view and that already he had begun to feed. The first touch of the rope crested her ankle, wrapping around, looping, tying, slowly threading itself over her skin. Over her lower leg and then her thigh. Up, over, repeating itself again and again, binging the lower leg to the thigh.<br/><br/>As this happened a second rope began to wrap itself over her other leg, repeating the process, slowly binding her lower leg to the thigh. both ropes worked silently, no effort as they coiled and bound Tegan's flesh. They pulled tight, not biting into the skin, but adding a distinct pressure, a reminder of the restraint of Roe's powers. The ropes began to wrap around themselves, behind her knees, causing tension and making it so that she could not slip free.<br/><br/>Soft was the sound of the rope on her flesh, like the drawing of scales across a dry surface. Roe moved around her once more, Again appraising her body with the addition of the bindings. As he moved out of her vision she could see, he had grown even more aroused, the scent in the air was building as he watched her. He drew on the tie and the bond that they had and manipulated the flow of pleasure. When he commanded her to squeeze her nipples it would not only satisfy the flesh there, but it would also create pleasure on her folds. He would also be able to feel the pressure, the sensation of her self administered torture. Again he leaned down behind her, not letting her see his face, his breath played across her exposed throat.<br/><br/><em>I can taste you Tegan, your arousal, your want. Now, follow my command. Again.</em>