"Why don't we go out and find out, shall we?" Ross said, his voice deceptively calm, yet carrying an undercurrent of sadistic amusement.
He tilted his head slightly as he stared down at the bound man, eyes gleaming like those of a predator toying with its prey.
Cyril's mouth opened, a scream already rising in his throat—but it never made it out.
Ding!
The gag that had fallen from his mouth earlier shot back into place with unnatural precision, sealing his voice in an instant.
Panic surged through him, followed by a gut-wrenching sensation as the ropes binding his limbs suddenly slackened and fell away.
But before he could even feel the relief of freedom, his entire body lifted into the air, hovering a few feet off the ground as if gravity itself had simply… stopped working.
His limbs flailed uselessly in the air, like a puppet cut free of its strings—only to be suspended by some invisible force.
