Anastasia knows well that strength and speed are her best traits, so it does not matter if the burly-looking giant who is walking up to her now has quite the huge build.
"Sorry for all the violence, princess. My boys can get a lil' excited on a job. There's a more civil way we can do this, though. Such a pity to damage a lovely body like yours..." he said as his not-so pleasant greeting while examining her from head to toe - a dark purpose in his predatory gaze.
"Of course... Maybe you like it a little rough."
She bared her teeth at him, deepening her crouch and preparing for the onslaught. It is obvious that he has no idea about what he is saying - she is a walking corpse, after all. She would have inspired fear and horror instead of arousal. He was just probably toying with her or trying to rile her up, though.
Anastasia tightened her grip on the garrote in her hand.
