The hacker's face paled. He held onto a nearby tree to stabilize himself. Calming his breathing he said, "No, I don't know."
"Don't?" Avina repeated. "I think you know very well."
"I really don't, lady," his words spoke quickly, nearly slurring. "I don't know what you're up to, or what you want from me, but let me leave. I gotta go."
He turned around ready to continue limping away. He looked as if he was desperately fleeing away from a beast. Fear in his eyes, sweat dripping down, and a pale face - the very face of a man guilty.
"Stop," Avina's voice went low. "I'm not done yet."
Avina walked over to his side. Her strides slow and small, but she reached him in no time. Each footstep on the leaves left a satisfying crunch, but to him, it sounded like a beast gnawing on bones.
