Liz let out a stifled pained grunt. She was unable to see much of what was unfolding below due to her position.
A massive spike had pierced her abdomen from beneath, causing her to face the black expanse of the night sky.
With another grunt, she tried to move her body from its core, despite the gaping hole in her stomach from which the giant spike was protruding out, desperately hoping to look downward.
Down there, in front of the massive spike on which her body hung, Kl'Drog stood callously.
The high-vampire commander's open palms aimed at the helplessly hanging body of the human woman, clearly ready to cast a devastating spell.
Liz had absolutely no illusion that she would survive an attack in her current condition. In reality, she should have already been dead by now.
Her grip on life was tenuous at best. If someone could just pull her down from this spike, perhaps she could recover in time.
