Rynath's face went pale, what little color her scaled features had draining away.
"The contract isn't just about obedience," Jack continued relentlessly. "It's about absolute control. Your body is mine. Your actions are mine. Even your ability to harm me is mine to permit or deny. You are a puppet, Rynath. And I am the one holding your strings."
{Okay, that's definitely establishing dominance. She looks like she's about to pass out from shock and blood loss.}
Jack reached into his system storage and withdrew something that made Rynath's eyes widen even further.
Papers.
Hundreds of them. Thousands of them. A massive pile of parchment that seemed impossible to have been stored anywhere, each sheet identical to the one Rynath had signed yesterday.
He set the pile on the ground between them with a heavy thump that echoed through the holding cells.
