Binds splat

His fist powdered a chunk of concrete and Ryn stepped behind him. Four strands from her kanaf unfurled and tightened like a noose around Splat and the pillar. She cinched it with one pull, fastening him there.
“The hell—”
“I promised pain.” Lashes from her cloak whirled around his forehead and lower jaw, and anchored below his armpits, so that she could place one foot between his shoulders, tug, and his head snapped back with his mouth forced wide. He struggled. But Ryn took her time and gripped two more teeth. She twisted the molars in their sockets very, very slowly, until his wails echoed. “Five.” She scattered the teeth across the floor like dice.
He coughed blood, unable to fully close his lips. “Enough.”
Ryn released him and absorbed the strands of her kanaf into the cloak.


Chapter 6, Page 79-80