With the slave collars in place, the pirates were now physically bound to follow my orders.
If they dared to disobey directives from the one registered as their "owner"—me—the collars would interfere with the neural signals transmitted from their brains throughout their body… and shut down their vital organs, like the heart for one.
That's right, disobedience equals death. Simple and brutal.
Naturally, I didn't just tell them this directly. They wouldn't believe it unless they witnessed it firsthand. So, I gave them all a single command: return to their ships immediately.
Within moments, those who didn't move, pretending they hadn't heard my order, collapsed to the floor, convulsing violently as seizures took over. The collars did their job, punishing the disobedient.
Of course, I had no desire to waste my limited manpower on a demonstration, so I stopped the punishment just before it became fatal.
