Cyn was trying to figure out what was going on as this weird looking man stood there staring at her.  When he spoke she jerked sightly.  His voice was deep, and if a sound could be seen it was dark, goose bumps raced across her bare skin.  She stood there listening not really understand what he was talking about.  And when he said that she was under his control she arched a finely shaped brow at him.  "Umm, I am not sure who you are or who you think I am but I am not a, ugh what did you call it, oh yeah, Fae, or a Princess.  I think you have me confused with someone else. And as for letting you see me just cause you said so isn't going to happen," she stated with a defiant look.<br/><br/>She stood there glaring at him, and suddenly looked down at her arms in horror.  They were tingling and she had the almost unbearable desire to do what he said.  She gripped her arms tighter around herself digging her fingers into the flesh of her upper arm.  Her eyes jerked back to his in fear.  "What did you do to me?" she cried as she fought to keep control of her body.  Pressure beat an unrelenting tattoo in her skull as two opposing forces battled for control of her body. The pressure in her head grew as each second passed, she dug her nails into her skin trying to keep her grip, leaving bloody scratches down her arms. She knew now that she was fighting a loosing battle.  Less than a minute later pain exploded through her head as his will won the tug of war and she cried out as one arm reached up to release her hair to fall to her lower back in wild riglets and the other fell to her side.<br/>