Adrenaline coursed through her veins and her heart was pumping furiously, but her weakened state left little to fight back with, even if she had wanted to. She stared at him blankly. The adrenaline gave her the strength to speak with a painful seriousness, even if she could only choke out the words from his grip. ?You should have left me there to be die.? With the terrorism she caused, she would certainly have been executed. She continued angrily, ?But kill me now. I?ve suffered in this body long enough.? She had been trying unsuccessfully to do it herself. It would be easier if he just did the work for her.
The bulkhead rang like a gong as Corrim pulled Zora slightly away, then as quickly banged her head against it. ?Believe me Zora darling, I want nothing more than to remember the woman that I thought I was saving. It would have been a much better memory that having to soil my hands with the pathetic thing before me now. There?s no help for it though? I have only myself to blame.? He was shuddering with anger, the vice of his hand closing tighter to cut off words and breath alike. He could feel her pulse beneath his hand struggling to pump precious oxygen to her brain. Still he held on to her, watching her like he no longer cared to have her in his sights.
The pain from the bulkhead made her head hurt worse than the hunger headache she had experienced before. Her head was ringing long after the bulkhead became silent, so much so, that she wasn?t even paying attention to his words. By the time he tightened his grip causing her to lose air, her limp arms lifted her hands to his at her throat, trying to pry his fingers away from her flesh. After attempting to kick at the ground, her feet lifted behind her, unsuccessfully trying to find something to stand on. She would have been hurt by the way he looked at her then, but when her eye met his, her eyes were only filled with panic.
She was weak, even when she?d begun to struggle, something he?d wanted to expect but could really only hope for. It would have been easy for Corrim to finish the job if she hadn?t struggled, because that would mean she was no longer Zora. She would have been a nameless creature, a thing to be pitied. ?Now? This is when you choose to fight? It?s too late Zora? much too late to realize that you?re alive, and that somewhere inside you wish to remain so.?