"And outside of this room, you still do," he murmurs. "But here, for now..." He smirks, lips bloody. "Your control is mine, cher."

He rests the knife over Nathaniel's heart, voice quiet. "Your body," he whispers, twirling the knife expertly, carving a spiral into the thin flesh of Nathaniel's chest, dragging the knife up to the right. A second line mirrors the first as Asher continues, "your heart," He draws a horizontal line across the two marks, carving his initial into Nathaniel's chest.