Isadora could not say anything. She could but the words were stuck in her mouth that it was even difficult to groan out her pain.
She tried lifting her head but before she knew it, she was carried. Her stomach was sticking to Elvis's shoulder and her head weakly resting on his back, "Let go of me, you bloody man!" She immediately found her words but this man wasn't listening to her he was smiling at her, she did not see him smile but she knew he was.
Her eyes were still closed, the pain that she got from that powerful blow had reduced but the initial pain from the poison was still rotating. "Elvis, please I...I need to go."
"Your pleads wouldn't have worked earlier, neither this moment."
She heard him say and her fists clenched into a ball. She was trying to control her burning anger. No! She couldn't do this! She had killed too many people not to survive this.
What could she do?
