I try to stand and stop her, but the handcuffs stop me. Concentrating my will on her again, I try to get her to stop, and feel myself growing weaker. I can't have her reporting to some group that is hell-bent on killing all creatures from the Shadow World. If she kills me, and I really am the one that's been prophesied about, then both worlds are in serious trouble, and I may be the only one that can save them.
She pauses at the door, and I think my efforts to stop her are working.
"Of course," she states hesitantly, "if you were willing to lead us to one of the portals to your world, we would be willing to take you back there. You'd have to watch as we kill everything we find, but at least you'd live that much longer."
"Damn it!" I swear, frustration making me slip into using poor language. Helplessly I stare at her, wishing that there was something more I could do than just sit here handcuffed to this table.
