"It's been 10 days! What is taking so long with Osiris's rescue?"
The men reporting cowered, knowing without the female assassin to calm him-Bakura would-and could-kill them all. He didn't like the news he had been given.
"We can't pull her out, Bakura. Every time she strays from his sight or doesn't do as she told, he touches this cuff on his arm and then she grips a matching cuff, in pain."
Bakura grabbed the front of the man's clothes. "What was that, maggot?"
"T-t-the Pharaoh keeps her in his vision at all times." The man stammered. "S-s-she sits on the steps at his feet. There's a chain leading from his throne to her ankle."
"He has her chained like a harem girl?!" Bakura demanded. "And you did nothing?!" He dropped the man. "Go! Get out of my sight."
Short, sweet and strange. That's all I gotta say about it.