"So, Melody ... I can't remember," he said with a thoughtful smile, "where did we first meet?"
Trix hated this. Her speed was useless pinned down under all this weight, and her hands were secured so she couldn't use them. He looked close to passing out from pain, so Trix hoped that whatever he did, it wouldn't last long. But she was fine with dying.
It would be a blow to her ego, surely ... But imagine after she made her way through hell, rising up stronger than ever, and letting him see her. Alive again. Not dead. Knowing he was in for hell ...
But no. She didn't want to go through hell now. Not now. Trix would fight. She had let her guard down after getting the hole in his leg but was ready for anything now.
"Do your worst," she said, slowing her breathing and not bothering to struggle under him, "you won't be conscious for long."