Black spots fill the edge of her vision, as the fingers around her neck continue to tighten with every second that passes. Her lungs are starting to burn, and she knows it won't be long before her inevitable demise, at the hands of the bastard currently dangling her like a toy from the balcony of the abandoned building she'd found herself in.
He only needed to loosen his grip ever so slightly, and she'd fall and fall, before finally colliding with the ground in a mess of splattered blood and shattered bones.
Just the slightest slackening of his fingers, and she'd become another pitiful victim, yet another name, to be added to the list of those slaughtered unjustly at his hands.
A gravelly chuckle snaps her out of her spiralling train of thoughts, and her eyes flicker up to the smug bastard, as a gentle smile graces his features. "Oh my, such a vicious gaze for a noble lady. Were you not taught regarding how discourteous that is, my lady?"
Pure, unbridled rage fills up the entirety of Solaine's being, and she wants nothing more than to claw that smug look on his face with her bare hands. Gritting her teeth, her hands claw and scratch viciously at the hands around her neck, already littered with bleeding gashes and cuts from her previous bouts of struggling.
Still, the bastard appears unfazed, staring down at her struggles in amusement. Her lungs burn now, the tightness in her chest enough to suffocate her, but she's not going down without a fight. Even if her death is more or less guaranteed at his hands, she'll atleast show him the proper discourtesy he deserves.
With that thought in consideration, Solaine looks him straight in the eye, as her hands grip onto his arms with every fibre of strength she can muster. He blinks at her sudden action, observing her trembling grip, before smiling almost mockingly.
'What a shame,' she thinks to herself, as she braces herself for her final act of rebellion against the psychopathic attempting to kill her. 'For a crazy bastard, he sure is handsome. Then again, it is compulsory for the main cast to have high beauty standards...'
Solaine's lips curl up in a bright smile, and before he can react, she spits on his face. Her glob of saliva lands just under his eye, slowly trailing down his cheek. She had been aiming for his eye specifically, but beggars can't be choosers, unfortunately.
Any further pondering is cut off, as he slowly wipes the spittle away on his shoulder, before smiling at her. "I was hoping we could share some polite conversation, but it seems I was the one at fault for attempting to impose manners on a beast."
As words, both polite and non-polite were impossible for Solaine at the moment, she instead chooses to glares up at the bastard, all the hostility that she was unable to voice out, concentratef in her eyes.
But, the bastard simply lifts her higher, the grip around Solaine's neck tightening for a split second, before he speaks. "Very well, then. I shan't drag this out much longer. Let your death be my declaration of war against the 'Gods' that govern this land."
Solaine's eyes widen, as the words register in her ears, but by then, the tightness around her neck has disappeared. With a gasp, she breathes in, before she's falling down.
The bastard's looking down at her, as he mouthes, "Farewell, Miss Reader."
Panic blooms in her chest, as the wind whips against her, wisps of hair scattering about in the wind's wake. Blindly, she reaches out, hoping, and praying for something to prevent her from falling to her death.
Suddenly, her fingers grip onto a protruding piece of wood. Trembling, she tightens her grip on it, before clutching it tightly with both hands. There's not much she can do in such a precarious position, but maybe she can hold onto it and wait for help, and atleast try to climb down or slow her desce─
Crack.
'Oh,' Solaine thinks to herself, as the rotten piece of wood snaps in half, and she's falling once more. 'I'm about to die.'
The distance between her and the ground is still more than enough for her to die immediately on impact. Everything seems to slow down, as she falls. Her eyes slowly flutter close as she muses to herself, 'How even did things reach this stage..?'
Thud.
The sickening noise of bones snapping and cracking sounds in the peaceful forest, as a warm, viscous liquid spreads and coats the surrounding green grass.
[End Prologue]