Lucci sits up and turns her cloaked body towards me.
"Who are you"?
"What do you do in the morning when you wake"?
"What do you do before sleeping"?
"What do you eat"?
"Which God do you pray to"?
"Who is your lord"?
"Who turned you"?
"When did they turn you"?
"Who trained you"?
"Where is he"?
Luccies questions only get louder in my mind.
Her eyes pin me in place as she speaks.
"Answer me, boy".
"I am patient, but do not try me".
I smirk as I take another step back, it is deja vu.
"At least you aren't like Heela, she didn't hesitate to break into my mind".
"Do you expect sympathy"?
"No".
Taking a deep breath I bring the blade down.
"I am trusting that you won't take a bite".
She raises her midnight black eyebrow.
"You don't want me to take a bite"?
Her smile is naughty in nature, her tone is that of a spinsters teasing a child.
