Chapter 31: Lost the Game
Xanth
Fight back. My little minx is letting the sleaze Bono pulverize her. She's stronger than this. I know she is deep inside despite her slender, small frame. My power lashes at me to end her suffering. But I can't and I won't. She must prove herself. Fight her own battles. Fight for life.
Too many are pathetic and weak, but I sense a greatness in her that I've never felt before.
Blood coats her face as she claws at Bono's hands. But its feeble attempts.
What is she waiting for?
I glance around me at the other gods egging on Bono. These fuckers love spending their boring days watching demi gods battle. Most of the time it entertains me, but today I'm on the edge of my seat, wanting my girl to beat the snot out of that ass. And if she doesn't I might after the event.
None of them care if she dies. She's a god-killer. And to them, that's worse than the shit on the bottom of their shoes.
Bono shouts in triumph, lifting his face to the crowd.