For a few more seconds, the two mercenaries continued to struggle in vain to escape Jake's control, their leg and arm muscles twitching and contracting at regular intervals. After a long effort that left them in a sweaty state, they realized the truth. They couldn't move.
"What do you want from us? We haven't done anything wrong! "Lamine yelled, his lower jaw trembling from fury and humiliation. He had to raise his head to talk to his tormentor and it was extremely embarrassing.
"Not done anything wrong? "Jake slowly stared at the still unconscious young woman on Yerode's shoulder and then gazed again at the sniper in the eyes. "Are you fucking kidding me? "
"Puh! It's the truth. This woman belongs to us. Lamine signed a Slave Contract with her. " Yerode argued by spitting a big fat slob on the floor for good measure.
"A slave contract? "Jake repeated in an icy tone, increasing his mental pressure until he forced them to put their foreheads against the ground.
