It was wrong. She knew that, it was painfully apparent. Every fiber of her being told her to get out, he hadn't caught on yet and surely she could make it out before he did in fact catch her scent. Yet, her steps continued forward within the foreign house. She'd never been more on edge then she was within that moment. The risks that came with this; they were severe by any measure. The highest being death. Again it seemed that even with the risk of death, it wasn't enough to stop her. It was almost laughable. Her stubborn ways could get her killed, something she'd clung to as a praise for her humanity and yet it could easily be what caused her downfall within that simplistic moment. Despite her nerves being on edge, despite jumping at every little sound, she wasn't backing down. Not this time. The thrill of being caught, of being trapped within his web; set her a flame.
Bonnie Bennett was not a hellion. She'd never sought out trouble in her life time, nor death. Even with the house reeking of foul orders, she knew only belonged to the dead, her will kept her going. In the end she could only deprive herself for so long before she caved. Before her body shut down and began it's process of withdrawl. It was wrong, improper and dangerous. It was tainted.
"Ah, the seldom has come." His voice rang out, piercing all levels of build up. Her security crumbled so easily, just his voice alone. A simple word could destroy her entire being, just like that. It was only a small part of the power he held over her. She craved it, his power. Not him, never him. She'd continue to tell herself that, each time the thought of him came. It wasn't him she craved, it was the power that he possessed, simple as that. He was everything she wanted to be, everything she held dear and everything she couldn't have nor become. He was the pit of evil.
Bonnie had no need to speak his name, they both knew who he was and what he was capable of. That much had been granted, her presence there spoke levels. "Tell me, love." A pause in his speech through her off, only slightly. "How long has it been?" Bonnie was vaguely aware of his form moving behind her, he was stalking her like a lion to his prey. It was the ritual that came and went, just as swiftly as the wind. "How long have you been withholding yourself from this? How long have you kept it a secret?" She could almost smell him, almost. The faint scent of cologne hit her senses, a shiver of anticipation washing over her form was the only sign of admittance she was willing to supply him with. "Do they know of your betrayal, witch?"
Every time he said it, it would always bother her. How much hatred lingered upon one word and yet, it was one of the reasons she constantly came back. If he hated her, this wasn't real. If she hated him, it wasn't a weakness. "Of course not. Wouldn't they be shocked to know, hmm?" Fingers ghosted her arms, "Their little witch is tainted." She could hear it, the laughter forming within his voice. She was his toy, his puppet upon slender strings. "Say it, Bonnie." Hot breath caressed her neck as familiar arms slid around her waist, pulling her firm against his form. It was all it took for the words to spill forward.
"I'm tainted."