'Weak? Weak?!' Eve felt veins bulge on her forehead, and she lifted her eyes to glare at Bob and they were bloodshot. Even though this was not her real body, it was one she cherished! If she lost it, then she'd have to go through the process again— and it sent shivers down her spine.
She thought about it for a while, then the veins settled and Eve's eyes turned dead calm. With a plain expression on her face, she glanced at Bob then opened her mouth to speak, "Full on defence with pathetic attacking capabilities. Stalling until Leslie arrives? What a baby."
'The baby is the one who'd be sent to hell soon. I have no regrets chaining you down here with me until she comes, as far as you die here.' Bob shrugged with a shrewd smirk, but Eve remained a frozen avalanche as she stared into his eyes. His smirk grew as a calculative light shone in his eyes.
