His lips pursed, and he pulled the goblet close to the edge of the table. Unbuckling a strap of his armor at the wrist, he folded back the studded leather there to expose part of his forearm. He then lifted the razor-sharp bronze Khepesh. and drew it across the glossy white flesh. A well of syrupy, nearly black, blood welled in the bottom of the glass. He filled the goblet nearly to a third of its fullness before drawing the self-inflicted wound to his lips. His tongue pressed to flesh, licked the wound closed, it slowly closing due to the mysticism of his kiss, rather than invoking more blood to heal the wound itself.:: You will not leave 'ere with a tongue, Lucy Ravenlock. ::The sword set aside, and the book placed to the table on the platter, he rose with the glass filled with his mystical vitae and bridged the gap between them. He then thrust her hood back with his free hand.:: Ye carelessness 'as bought ye this. Ye ambition 'as brought ye to this. Ye stupidity 'as sealed ye fate, Lucy. I will insure that this not 'appen again, even against ye will, should it be known. ::He forced the lip of the glass to her mouth, nearly causing the crystal to crack with the pressure.:: Spill but a drop, and I shall slice ye to pieces before I set fire to ye severed 'ead before devouring ye soul. Now open ye mouth, and drink....

Those lips clamped tightly, shaking her head, letting an coherent whisper out before the blood entered her mouth, not swallowing. She gave him a look - a fearful look - a look that questioned what would happen...

Beware further action! ::Hissed, his fangs now revealing themselves in the magnitude of his potent ferocity. Suddenly his presence erupted violently -- his mask a vision of horrific, and sinister rage amplified to something dreadful rivaling even the most diabolical thing. Eyes unleahed from their pits the horrors of centruies indured. A pious priest witnessing the slaughter of innocents was a trifle thing in comparison to the moster he became before her eyes. His fanged maw gaped like a lion's. A nimbus of menace outshined his majestic aura. Invision the child who found itself in the presence of its worst nightmare manifested before its eyes, and an inkling of the powerful, heart seizing fear that would cow the greatest of warriors in such gravity as to cause the soiling of their garments, much less to weep like babes in their mother's arms. The beast, controlled, became evident in his features. The horrific glory of his mastery of this gift was a hundredfold.::
Drink... ::He sneered, lips curling back::

Her lips quivered as she forced back that blood down her throat - god his display of... Fearful... Terrifying... Something Lucy could perhaps never see again or perhaps something that Lucy could not fathom. She has never been scared - not truthfully scared, but this time she drunk back that blood like as if her life depended on it, wincing, tears falling her cheeks as she did so... Slurping at it almost savagely, trying to get it all down her neck before he DID do something bad to her... Blood finished, she coughed and shook her head, "What have you done to me!?" She cried.

As the his potent, Elder blood coated her throat and worked its way, mystically, into the tissues of her body and the essence of her soul and mind, eh would feel the searing fires of his will strike her body and shoot through every fiber of her essence and her being like erupting lava scintillating with electricity. Slowly it worked its power over her, slowly it worked its affections into her heart. She would feel her will start to submit to his own, like the wearing of ocean's tide against the stone of cliffs. Cells started to fill with the mystical essence that was of him, sewing its seeds into her form. Like hooks, her heart was pulled even moreso to him. The works of the Blood Bond were working their way into her physical and mental. Vaulderie was a potent thing, and to be 2 steps away from being this Cainite Lord's servant was a wicked thing. She would start to feel emotion sparked beyond her control, emotions of love, respect, and obedience start to wear at her conscious mind. Two steps she was, from becoming his bound ghoul. Releasing her now, would invoke feelings of abandonment, deep sorrow, and depression. These things, amplified by the preternatural powers his presence wielded mercilessly, could be found a dangerous enchantment. He released her from his will, to fall from her levitated state in the air to the hard floor beneath. He turned, making his way back to his chair.:: Ye 'ave been bound.. Lucy.. ::His hand moved to grip a spreading knife from the platter then, lifting it for examination.:: Speak ye peace, Lucy. For this will be the last time ye speak until ye tongue grows back. ::Pivoting to eye the girl::

Oh god she screamed some death-wail, her head thrashed side to side and her eyes were wide as these feelings that invaded her without mercy. His will. She could feel her hands just becoming numb for the yearning and want of his command - his touch just itching - she like an unstable whore and, it was set, and she fell to the ground shaking uncontrollably with her arms wrapping around herself, crying. Lucy, who's will was so strong now no longer existed. What had she now? She had HIM... However she would fight back this power however how feeble an attempt could be... Even her eyes seemed glazed - distant almost completely apart from her own. She had no emotion but for wanting to feel HIS - touch - words - command - she needed command - she wanted it, her eyes clenched and her fingers clenched at her white hair. She was now pounding her head against the ground madly, "Forgiveness is unacceptable..." She repeated over and over again?

Ye 'ave bought ye lot in this by your treachery. To presume that I desire to 'ave your forgiveness is ludicrous. Ye will not spill forth my secrets again. Ye will uphold the pact I gave in the begining, with more vigor than ye can now fathom. Displease me again, and ye will find ye a step closer to being a slave to my mighty will... ::His eyes narrowed.:: and as much as ye loath me, ye will be forced to love me. I can make ye 'ate yeself beyond fathoming. I can warp and mold ye 'owever I wish, should ye continue to press a calling of my bluff. Ye will learn what it means to call me Master should you continue ye insolence and foolish antics that bring me no 'onor, but discredit my name and status in ye climb to greatness. Ye WILL know ye place, Lucy Ravenlock. You will earn my favor, or perish. I will nolonger accept the inbetween areas. ::He continued after a pause:: Ye 'ave shown me that free will is something I would be foolish to afford to ye anylonger. Now, before I remove ye tongue, I will admister ye a task to carry out. Ye are to return to Miss Gioccone, and publicly apologize -- albeit through gestures or letters, for you will not be able to speak -- and then after extending what every efforts or extremes it takes to gain 'er favor back, you will offer 'er your service to accomplish a task she desires to 'ave you carry out -- so long as it is nae against my interests -- and then report back to 'er with with the task accomplished to they BEST of ye ability. Furthermore, ye will return to me afterwords, and report to me on what ye 'ave learned of 'er machinations and whatever information she 'as allowed ye to be privvy to. You will be my eyes and ears, Lucy, until I can trust ye tongue enough not to remove it again upon its regrowth. Do ye understand?

Lucy continued banging her forehead against the floor as she heard all of this. A puppet. She was reduced to a puppet. She was one before - but now she was a TRUE slave to his will - or to suffer the wrath of which he had threatened with. Hands un-gripping the hair and head slowly rising up to stare up at him, she held out a trembling hand towards him, "... I understand... M-Master... I will do as you say... But... Please... Don't remove my t-tongue..." Tears falling, "Please... Master... Don't remove it - I won't say anything... I will do as you say... I will!"

::His features were a mask of cold stoicism. The statue of a noble then spoke, his voice containing the weight of his age.:: Ye 'ave promised this to me before, and fail me. Ye 'ave failed me many times after that. Ye mouth 'as inflicted slights against me, direct, or indirect and before those that cannot know what I am. You 'ave besmirched my 'onor, Lucy. What reason do ye 'ave to offer over, that I might spare ye this punishment. ::His eyes still narrowed upon her.:: What could ye possibly offer over, that I would desire, that might keep me from removing ye uselessly wagging, venomous tongue?

It was something she could not return with an answer... Lucy stood in a waver and drew up her head - adorned with that un-healing wound on her left cheek that seemed to extend far down her stomach. Lips opening up and eyes closing - her jaw shook as her teeth attempted in chattering together in her obvious nervousness here. Lucy extended out her hand, "Let me... Do it... For you... Master..."

::He extended the rather dull, spreading knife to the girl macabre girl standing before him. His chin lifted, and he moved to grip the handle of the Khepesh. This he crossed before his legs in his left hand, instead of the right. Was he ambidextrous? She would soon find out if she thought to make the wrong move.::

Yes she trembled as grasped that knife drew close to her lips, she swallowed back what little fear she had - he wanted her tongue removed... She knew it was the power now inside of her telling her to do so, willing it. It was his command... He wanted it done? But she did hesitate at least. For the moment her tongue slid out from her mouth, taking the fingers of her free hand to grip the tip and pulled it out until it could stretch no further... A whimper as her eyes fluttered between opening and closing, she couldn't watch - but then she had to see what the hell she was doing! The knife's rather dull blade touched her lips as she slid it close to the left portion of her tongue, hands trembling still... Scarlet and brown orbs - vague and almost impassive as they glanced back to him... Reminding herself she was doing this for him... And she took a swipe at it as hard as she could - and all she did? Was able to cut a very shallow cut into the side of the tongue and let loose blood to trickle down her chin and mouth... The muscle was still not fully removed and the pain was almost unbearable. A whimper, eyes widening as she took another swipe at the wound... It cut a little more... Then another, but the toughness of the tissue would not allow for it to swipe off so easily. She pulled harder at it, crying and biting down onto it too! Now sawing off the tongue as fast as she could... Whining, whimpering, shaking... And dropping the knife from the sheer pain! She moved to grip the hanging muscle with her fist and pulled as hard as she could. Ripping it off and letting it lay clenched into her fist, blood pouring down over neck and chest, staining that once white cloak. She dropped to the ground and punched the floor constantly with both clenched fists in an attempt to beat away the pain, swallowing back screams and blood before slowly held out her palm with the tongue out to him, hand just a tremble... Silence now, since she had no tongue to use and to form coherent words, maybe except groans and little odd words.

::He collected the muscle from her grip, turning to deposit it into the crystal goblet she had previously drank his blood from. He then turned to her, his lips pursed slowly before he spoke.:: Do ye nae 'ave a charge to carry out? I am not accustomed to repeating myself, Lucy. ::He frowned.:: Perhaps I should forcibly implant my tasks into that violently repellant mind of yers, 'mmmm? ::His lips drew back in a sneer of disgust before turning away from her and seating himself in the highback chair.:: Ye are dismissed... ::He swept the blade toward the door. It was a pointed gesture, swift and precice, that held menace beyond reproach. It said, "get the hell out of my sight" without having to say a word at all::

That hurt more so... She did that for him and now... Yes... She stood and moved to the door in total... Well, silence. She did exactly what she was told? As his will wished.

::He averted his eyes from her form as she slipped from his chambers. He retrieved his book, and his goblet of bloodwine and flipped to the marked page of the tome. Having propped the Egyptian Khepesh against his chair moments before, he picked up where he left off in his reading. The Tremere Primogen of Albany's library had been extensive, and the purloined and secrets, copied in his hand, were an invaluable possession to have gained.::

It was lucky for Lucy however that Natalia didn?t want much. The task was simple to Lucy?s surprise? It was quite odd however, being unable to speak ? her own form of communication now was writing her words on pieces of paper she carried about in her pockets.