"Thank you!" Becky chuckled, jumping slightly like a young child celebrating a newfound gift.
The next moment, her demeanour shifted back to that of a ruthless controller. She threw the rope toward the three men. Weirdly, the gold fibres seemed to possess a life of their own; the rope elongated effortlessly, coiling around their bodies as if it had no beginning and no end.
William watched calmly as the Blind Rope erupted in a blindingly bright golden light. The glow intensified until it completely enveloped the captives, the radiance seeping into their pores and sinking into their spiritual seas to bind their souls.
When the light finally faded, the rope vanished, leaving behind three intricate, small tattoos on Becky's wrist. With these marks, she could exert absolute control over their lives, their thoughts, and their spiritual energies, regardless of where they were in the world.
"Done," she said, her tone light and happy. "I'll make sure to put them to very, very hard work."
