*sapped of all energy, she can barely lift her head to see the face of her captor as he finally enters the room, but instinctively she knows. She knew this day would come. It was an inevitability, a fixed outcome to be expected, like the moon rising every night and the sun setting every day. *
*heavy footsteps disturb the brimstone, each vibration causing her heart rate to spike, but she doesn’t let her fear show. Not even when a clawed hand lifts her head, straining her aching muscles until she is staring directly into menacing yellow eyes, or rather one eye, the other noticeably missing.
*Sharp teeth peek out from beneath thin lips, splitting his enormous face into two awful halves. He tells her that her days of running are finally over, and he has come to collect his debt.*
*She grits her teeth, struggling against those restraints once more, despite the futility of the situation.*
You have got quite a lot of nerve, resuming this fruitless chase.
*He laughs sinisterly, his clawed hand moving lower to her throat. He says that no matter what she says, he will get what he deserves.*
Oh you will get what you deserve alright, I almost wish you would kill me, just so you could receive the full brunt of his wrath. He is coming for you, I will promise you that.
*He squeezes tighter, assuring her that no one will ever find her all the way down here, and if she was so certain her saviour was coming, then why had she not been already found?*
*This gives her pause, hitting on old insecurities, pressing on those old wounds of abandonment and loneliness.*
You don’t know shit. He’ll come for me, and I am gonna love watching him tear you to shreds! *she speaks with confidence, masking her actual fears.*
Vergil, please hurry darling… I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.
