There were plenty of places that Hiram could have cut her, but in true Eldouir fashion, he went for the throat. It wasn't deep enough to kill and didn't get the artery, but he'd slide his dagger just enough to open the skin and release a healthy stream of fresh, warm blood--unless, of course, she tried to fight him. Even then, was struggling any use? He controlled her body with his magic and still had a free hand with which to further restrain her.

Once open, once trickling, Hiram would bring his mouth to her throat for a kiss. A kiss and a suck.

His eyes were bright and alive with the rush of the cut, the taste of the blood, the feeling of power that followed. It was like cracking open a cold energy drink. What he sucked from her pathetic veins rushed into him, immediately intoxicating him with its taste, with its power. Hiram removed his lips and looked down at his hands. They shook with adrenaline.

"Give me a spell." He whispered urgently. He didn't know what the witches said to enact their magic, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if she gave him the words that he would be able to do wonders.

Hiram gave her a long moment following her head shake. Well, it was only two seconds, but it was chance enough. When she decides not to comply he reached a hand forward and plunged his fingers into her neck.

“You’ll give me your spells, or I’ll go to Nevermere and kill your family just as I killed that whore.”

Hiram listened to her words, narrowing his eyes and not daring to speak them.

“What will it do?” He had removed his fingers from her throat. He leaned in now, a threat and a promise wrapped in one, “Serve me well and I will treat you well.”

Hiram wasn't sure he believed her, but he decided to give it a shot anyway. He carefully repeated the chant she had spoken to him, directing the magical words at her, focusing on her as his victim.

Hiram's eyes widened in disbelief and excitement as the witch curled, her body convulsing from the pain. He could feel what her blood was doing to make up for what the shock was doing.

"Maybe don't teach me a spell that won't feel good for you, huh?" He mocked, whispering the words close to her ear. "Teach me one you'll enjoy." He smirked.

She didn’t answer. Well.

“I don’t need your magic to hurt you.” It was a casual reminder, as his anger was growing. He had little patience for this witch’s antics. If she wouldn’t give him what he wanted then he would kill her and find another.