"Ivy! What the hell is this place? There was a ghost…mmph! Mmph!" A rough rag cut off Isla's words, muffling her cries as she thrashed, fear twisting in her chest like a vice.
Slap. Ivy slapped Isla hard and silenced her completely.
"I hate it when you use your shrill voice. Try to use your fake melodious voice, and I might be in the mood to entertain you."
With that, she threw Isla to the ground and looked at the Ravencroft family, "Get used to the life you are living now. This is your new reality."
Her words chilled the heart of the Ravencroft family. Magnus opened his mouth to speak, but Ivy pushed a rag and applied scotch tape.
Looking at her masterpiece. Ivy tied them all and ignored them. Though she wanted to store all of them in a damp basement, she doesn't have one.
Ivy wasn't worried they would break free. Just now, she checked the ropes and realized that Silas might have changed the knotting style to military knotting style.
