"How shall I take your life?"
Even at the pressure of getting a death sentence under this strange creature's hands, Talia didn't know where she found the courage to stand upright when the normal response to this kind of situation was to flee and run.
Just the Creature's voice could swarm one's own body with unbelievable pressure that would make your knees turn into puddles.
Talia didn't dare respond to his inquiry for it would be like signing her own death sentence with a warm welcoming embrace. No, she didn't want to die. At least, if she were to lose in a fight, she should deal this creature an injury it may never recover from.
