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The space suddenly shook violently, accompanied by a burst of intense red light that enveloped James in an instant. His vision blurred, as if he had traversed countless dimensions, and the next moment, he felt his feet firmly planted on solid ground.
James had returned to the real world. The office around him seemed unchanged; the Pentagram still drawn on the floor, the flames of the candles flickering gently, and the air thick with the scent of blood. Before him, Emma remained kneeling, her head bowed, motionless in a posture of devotion, as if this reality was no different from the previous illusion.
A slight smile crossed James's face; this ritual had succeeded beyond his expectations. He could clearly feel a strong connection between himself and Emma, an invisible yet undeniable signal, as if two souls were bound together under the guidance of some dark force. Emma's presence was no longer a coincidence but something fated.
James moved his fingers slightly, as if manipulating invisible threads. A chair slowly floated from the corner of the room and silently settled beside him. He elegantly sat down, crossing his legs and resting his hands lazily on the armrests, gazing down at Emma with an air of nonchalance. At that moment, the tip of James's shoe was merely three centimeters from Emma's forehead, as if a gentle touch could trample her existence.
"Emma," James's voice was deep and alluring, like a whisper in the darkness that easily penetrated Emma's ears. "Do you know what you are doing?"
Emma kept her head bowed, seemingly immersed in some intangible ritual. Her body trembled slightly, as if responding to James's words or perhaps to the call deep within his soul. Her breath came quick and heavy, her entire being seemingly controlled by some force that quivered with every word James spoke.
James's eyes sparkled with interest as he regarded her like a finely crafted work of art. "It seems you feel it too, don't you?" he said softly, tracing invisible patterns in the air with his fingers. "That power is flowing between us."
He leaned back comfortably in his chair, as if he had already taken control of the entire situation. To him, Emma was like a beautifully crafted offering; regardless of her intentions, he knew everything would be led by him.
"Emma..." James chuckled lightly, his tone laced with mockery and delight. "I'm glad you understand that the rules of this world are always held by the strong."
Emma kept her head down, her body trembling slightly as her breath quickened, radiating an indescribable emotion. She had never imagined that everything would be so pleasurable and exhilarating, surpassing all her expectations. The James before her—his evil yet irresistible power—stirred within her an unprecedented fervor and reverence.
She felt her blood burning within her, as if activated by some dark force. The intertwining feelings of fear, excitement, and desire for the unknown culminated into an overwhelming impulse she could not suppress. Nervously, she opened her mouth to speak; her voice trembled with absolute submission and longing.
"Teach... Professor..." Emma's voice was almost a whisper, filled with an uncontrollable fervor and reverence as her body shook uncontrollably, as if about to step into an irrevocable abyss. "In the name of my family..."
She swallowed hard, feeling her throat dry, yet her tone grew increasingly resolute, filled with absolute loyalty to Blood Moon and James. "I will serve you... from now on, I am at your command..."
Her hands gently brushed the ground, as if performing some ancient ritual, pledging her fate. "I will serve the one true master of Blood Moon... the First Walker..."
Her voice sank lower, almost prayer-like, carrying a hint of humble plea and absolute submission. "Please... allow me to honor you as my master."
In that moment, Emma completely surrendered herself, willingly entrusting her being to this dark power, viewing James as her sole sovereign. Deep within her heart, there was no longer any hesitation; she understood that everything she had done was irreversible.
James looked at her, a glimmer of pride and satisfaction flashing in his eyes. He felt Emma's loyalty resonate strongly between them once more. The corners of his mouth curled slightly upward, revealing a smirk of triumph.
"Very well, Emma..." James whispered, his voice imbued with an irresistible force. "You have made the right choice."
The corners of James's mouth turned up slightly as a cruel delight flickered in his gaze while he stared at Emma kneeling before him. Her posture, filled with loyalty and devotion, brought him an indescribable thrill—the exhilaration of having complete control over another's soul.
"Since that is the case," James chuckled coldly, his tone laden with deep enjoyment and a desire for dominance. Suddenly, he forcefully pressed his foot down onto Emma's head, brutally crushing her skull beneath his heel, the soles of his shoes scraping against her hair with a low sound.
Emma felt the immense power emanating from James; her forehead pressed against the cold ground without any intention of resistance. She happily accepted it all, as if this was the punishment and blessing she had long awaited. There was no trace of pain on her face; instead, a fervent smile emerged as her eyes fluttered shut, as if savoring an indescribable pleasure.
James looked down at her humble form, sensing the fragile life beneath his foot completely subservient to his will—this only inflated the darkness within him further. He laughed heartily, his voice echoing in the dark space like the whisper of some malevolent deity.
"You, Emma, are no longer yourself." James's voice was low and icy; each word felt like iron hooks carving into her soul, imbued with an irresistible sense of ritual. "You will become my first servant, a believer beneath my feet, offering up everything to serve me and Blood Moon."
He slowly withdrew his foot; however, his hand gently caressed her head—cold and cruel—as if performing some ancient rite. His voice resonated like an incantation in the dark space: "From this moment on, you shall have no will of your own; you belong to me, to Blood Moon, to our shared destiny."
Emma trembled all over, her eyes shimmering with a fervent light as she humbly and contentedly knelt at James's feet. A sickly smile slowly crept across her lips as she whispered, "Yes, Master... I am your servant..."
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