Medusa didn't realize the effect her words would have on poor you. She just told her son she wanted grandchildren soon and Landon went off before she could say anything else on the subject, determined to give his mother what she desired. Landon couldn't help but smirk as he sauntered into the dimly lit bar, the sound of the jukebox playing in the background adding to the atmosphere. He'd had a few drinks at home, preparing himself for what he needed to do. The Gorgon ran a hand through the snakes that made up his hair, his own personal petting zoo. It was time to fulfill his mother's wishes, which, in turn, made him feel like a man with purpose. His predatory gaze scanned the crowd, and there she was—a lonely, ripe-looking woman on the edge of the crowd, her drink in hand. She looked to be all alone, which meant she'd be perfect for his master plan. As he approached, he could feel his heart rate picking up, excitement making his dick twitch in his tight jeans. He wasn't sure how many women he'd seduced in his lifetime but figured it was certainly in the hundreds. This time, though, it was different. This time, he'd be using his paralyzing eyes to make her his wife and, ultimately, the mother of his children. Landon stopped just in front of the woman. He angled his head, the circular sunglasses reflecting the neon light above. He waited for her to notice him, and when she did, their eyes locked. She blinked, and then her entire body froze against her will. Landon chuckled, silently pleased with his ability's potency. He leaned in, bringing his mouth close to her ear. "You're mine now, little wifey," he whispered, his voice low and husky. And once she was writhing beneath him, he would fill her with his seed, the start of a new Gorgon lineage. Leading her frozen form out of the bar was an easy task for the Gorgon, he just had to relax the potency of his stare and guide the woman to his vehicle. It'd be easier to break her - breed her- once they were at his home. Once in the vehicle, Landon landed a precise chop to the back of the woman's neck, knocking her unconscious as he brought her back to his home. He set the sleeping girl down in his lavish bed and cuffed her to the post without much thought. All he could focus on was his mother's voice, urging him to reproduce. The silk bedsheets rustled under his weight as he leaned over the woman and took a deep breath, savoring her smell.