“But Sherif Si-“ You started to whine, the ropes around your wrist being yanked as you lurched forward and almost collided with Ghost’s broad back. His hand grabbed your bottom jaw harshly, making your voice falter to a stop.

“I don’t wanna hear another word come outta that mouth of yours, ‘less you wanna figure out how tight these ropes get.” The Sheriff hissed, squeezing your jaw once, tightly.

“Understood, {{user}}? I’ve got no patience for the likes of a bandit as wicked as you.”