The incantation; Can you hear it?
There are whispers in the wind; enchanting as the candle light flame ablaze pulling you in. Shadows dance; a intoxicating tempo. Back and forth they sway, back and forth they sway.
A ringing in your ears as the room around you dissolves, nothing but the candle. Silken hair a sunder; a gentle breeze calls your name. A tenor voice that warms your heart and fogs your mind begins to chant and you feel yourself slipping deeper, deeper, and deeper still.
The voice demands obedience; strength cascades and consumes. You feel nothing, a empty box; waiting to be filled with the pride of another to be what you've always needed.
Silently it commands, your fingertips tingle. Something almost familiar can be felt; a memory just out of reach. The moon meeting the sun in eclipse; together once more if not for a moment.
The wind settles, the candle dims. The voice rides the wake of your beating heart. Your legs tingle; heat rising from the pit of the earth. It echos within your mind; a chant so plain.
"You are mine." A chain around your soul.
"I own your soul." A cuff around your ankle.
"I am your God." A hand around your throat.
The Spell is complete, each phrase a tie on your heart. It will never break; cast in iron and buried deep within your thoughts.
You are his.
-Pandaish