As the chains contracted and tightened their grip on Brunos's wrists, he bit his lower lip to suppress the sharp pain that threatened to drain his determination. As if that wasn't enough, the heat around his wrists increased, and soon, a smell of burning flesh entered his nostrils. It was as if the chains were on fire.
"You bitch, what are you doing? Why don't you die and leave my wrists alone?"
Of course Peony could not answer. His grip on her neck was as tight as that of her enchanted chains on his wrist. She couldn't even breath let alone speak. But he had to ask her that. Not only it was a way for him to ignore the pain, but also a way to shatter her concentration. Because, at his question, her mind would automatically think of an answer, distracting her from fighting suffocation effects.
