Marissa thought that she had calculated the outcome quite well, but she seemed to have forgotten how unpredictable Herriot was. Wrong, he was not unpredictable… as everyone could always count on him going for the kill. She just thought that his lust and curiosity would be able to stop his desire to spill blood.
Bang! The moment she mentioned 'Kolorantha', Herriot's hand grabbed her neck and threw her to the side. She couldn't even scream properly as her back collided with the edge of the tub's wall, making it arch visibly. Herriot was on his knees as he held onto her neck, seemingly crushing the thin part slowly.
The man held down one of her thighs as if making her struggle more painful against the arched back. "Listen to me, witch spawn. Kolorantha is a myth, and so are their gods. No matter how powerful that woman becomes, she will never be anything worth the myths."
