"Oh, I'm kind of immortal," Ila said, her tone casual, flippant, her teal eyes sparkling with amusement, as if immortality were a trivial detail, a party trick.
"No way, you're bluffing," Syn shot back, his voice trembling, his mind rejecting her claim, his heart pounding with the fear that she might be telling the truth, that this nightmare would never end.
Ila's laughter deepened, a chilling sound that echoed in the car, her head thrown back, her black hair swaying.
She stepped closer, her boots clicking, her eyes locking on his, her voice dropping to a low, daunting purr that sent a shiver down his spine, his body recoiling instinctively.
"Indeed, I'm honest, Syn. And to prove it, I can fuck you again on the throne. It was fun, wasn't it?" She tiled her head, her words were a blade, slicing through his resolve, her smile a promise of torment, her chilling gaze stripping him bare, rekindling the horror of her violation, the throne's cold metal, her relentless dominance.
