Chapter 9: Please Don't Kill Me!

“Please don’t kill me!” He yelled, placing his hands over his face in futility. “I’m weak! You said for yourself that I'm weak! Please!”

Running didn’t seem feasible and fighting was beyond useless. So he opted for the cowardly approach, hoping against hope that his pathetic begging could break through her fiery rage.

Her face was twisted in a scowl as she came up to him, her expression only getting marred by an increasing sense of bewilderment as she looked at his pathetic performance. It was like she couldn’t believe that he was actually begging, or that she somehow expected him to be above begging.

It was a quaint notion, to think that someone of “his” stature should always stubbornly cling to his pride. But pride doesn’t count for much if you’re dead.