"Clever trick."
The Mind Flayer was even willing to speak aloud to mock the woman before him. It would make her despair feel all the more real.
"But you're nowhere near as calm inside as you look.
"You lost your gamble."
He pointed at his brain, a trace of something creeping into his voice—
Mind Flayers always kept their reason. They never let fleeting emotions blind them, but that did not mean they had no emotions.
Some of his kind even linked their brains with their tentacles to share the sensations of physical pleasure.
But when he curled a finger, signaling for her to hand over the Rope of Entanglement, Shalti took a sudden step back.
His smile vanished. "It seems you'll need to suffer a little before you understand the importance of listening."
The tentacles around his mouth tightened.
Once she saw the hostage struggling in pain, she would naturally release the rope's hold.
So the Mind Flayer thought. But the next moment, his smile stiffened.
Something felt wrong.
The suckers on his tentacles were made to hold prey fast. They secreted sticky saliva like spiderwebs, binding tightly to a victim's body. It even contained a paralytic, all to make devouring the victim's brain easier.
Yet his tentacles were slipping.
He hurriedly looked at his prey and found that Tang, who had been bound tight, was sliding downward as though coated in grease!
"Impossible!"
As Tang was about to break free, the Mind Flayer repeatedly tried to fasten his tentacles to Tang's leather coat. But his mucus seemed to break down into saltwater, losing its grip.
Tang was like an eel in mud. With a slick whoosh, he slid toward Shalti nearby.
He's regained consciousness!?
The Mind Flayer realized he had given Shalti too long to think. Tang's stunned