She bit her tongue to keep from making any pathetic sounds. It hurt like the dickens, but often pain was necessary for success. Th blood dripped from her cheek and fell onto the paper - she moved her arm, brushing her sleeve in the mess enough to make a vague S shape.

The letters in the contract glowed an ocean blue, and the same color flashed in her eyes - but it ended within seconds.

"... The contract is sealed."