Really determined to kill
Denise couldn't believe it. She was the one who had to die for the rest to find out. And he wants to kill her just because of that. It's the same as killing for leisure. You'd think finding a talking dog was a miracle of science and a sign of civilization. But then who said intellectual creatures would not kill other intellectuals?
"You want me out of your territory, I can go. I can leave just show me the way. I also don't know where I am."
"If I show you the way out, you'll remember the way in. Who know if you'll collect people," he said casually.
"I'm not going to collect anyone. Why would I come back? Do you have anything worth risking for?" Her voice was high showing signs of panic.
"Yes, it's my territory. Who knows if you have admired it and want to take?" Meanwhile he was calm and in control.
"I haven't admired. I don't want to take."
"It's for you to know whether or not you want it. How can I know if you tell the truth?"
Denise wanted to cry. In this guy's eyes there's only his territory and people wanting to take it away from him. No matter what she says, he will kill her.
Now what?
"Don't talk too much. I'm tired. I'll kill you quickly and hung your corpse where you appeared. I want to go back to my cave, you caught me in the middle of my rest," he said, yawning a bit.
Denise wanted to snap his neck. She was extremely vexed by his attitude. Although she was still afraid, she was mostly angry.
Since she was angry, she smiled sweetly at him, "Why not rest for a while then kill me when you're done resting?"
The wolf man looked at her, paused for some seconds then cackled loudly. He really looked like a villain.
With amused eyes he said, "小黑 Xiǎo hēi, you think you're the only one with brains and the rest have mud in their heads?"
A/N; 小黑 Xiǎo hēi- little black.
(The author really thought and thought of how to get the character out of this predicament. Tbh, I was about to just let her die. But thank God, I got an idea.)
A hardened look crossed his face, "You must be really full of yourself then. You don't realize that there's a much bigger world compared to the tiny one your little wit struggled to build."
Denise was struggling for her life but she still couldn't believe how fast things had escalated. Why does it seem like he's holding a personal grudge? He was casual before and all of a sudden became emotional.
Denise was angry, "What the fuck Man! You don't know me," she struggled to rebuke but her life was more important so she ignored his words, "Just don't kill me."
He regained his casual demeanor. In a flat tone he said, "Struggling is pointless. I'm still going to kill now."
He proceeded to press hard on her neck with full intent on digging his claws into her body. Just when he drew first blood, Denise spoke up. The pain had finally stimulated her brain enough to think.
"Let's say, let's say," she choked out as loud as she could. The veins on her head and neck started to show, "I'm from the most dangerous place...which in fact I am. Where I come from, there are guns fire blasters, lots and loads of fireworks. Very many dangerous weapons and no matter how strong you are, you'll eventually be defeated." Her voice became lower and lower and her face started to swell up due to suffocation.
He applied a bit more force, "then I might as well kill you faster."
She heaved and coughed for air, "But imagine if.....with all those ....unknown weapons, millions...and thousands like me arrive, you'll be marked off as an enemy as soon as they see my body." Her voice was strained and she began to see dark spots. She was slowly losing blood from the cut on her neck.
"In that case, I'll just leave no body or bones once I'm done," he paused for a second in thought, then asked, "if they are as formidable as you say, how come you're not as armed."
She choked some more and hit his hand begging him to release her. He watched her struggle until her eyes started to roll back in their sockets then he reluctantly eased.
Denise took a large breath to ease the pain in her lungs. She wanted to breath some more but when she saw the look on the wolf's face- as though he was heavily vexed by the fact that she was still alive- she answered quickly.
"I'm the few among many that come in peace," it was incredible how she spilled bull like she did every other time, "Now that I've arrived safely, thousands and millions may come in future. And if I don't return safely, that could only mean war." She said breathlessly.
A/N: bull- a short form for the aggressive word 'bullshit'.
Mr. Wolf watched her, his eyes narrowing as if he were trying to fish for the truth in her bull. His lips pressed into a firm line.
Denise didn't let her guard down, she could clearly read the venomous murderous glare in his eyes. His eyes moved from her face to her neck, she could tell that his hands were itching to just snap it in two.
As a final call, he squeezed her neck tightly for a minute then let it go abruptly. Denise fell from his grasp while clutching her neck and chest. Her entire body felt limp, her chest burned and her neck had a stinging pain. She coughed and heavily breathily.
And although she didn't show it, a fear for Mr. wolf and the world she had just jumped into crawled into her heart. That's were the long forgotten instinct of survival started to show its crude face.
She coughed and coughed and coughed for her life. And he just stood there watching her. Before she had completely regained her former countenance, he spoke up.
"Stand up," he shoved his leg in her direction, almost kicking her.
"Why?" She'd rather remain seated.
"You're coming with me," he said.
Denise; *෴* with whom? With you?
She burst into cynical laughter internally so when she spoke out loud, her voice was accompanied by a small cheery air- nothing like someone who was bleeding from the neck, bumped into a strange world, with a wolf can turn human try to kill her.
She waved her hands dismissively, "Don't trouble yourself. I'll find my way out of your forest and get out of your hair."
"You're not going anyway," he declared.
Denise could only stare at him; Jesus ah!
"You must tell me about your people, what they are capable of and what they want to achieve by coming here," he explained, "you didn't think that I let you live just to for the tiger to go back to the mountain?"
A/N; Chinese idiom "to let the tiger back into the mountains" meaning- to let an enemy back into their safe place, heals their wounds and come back stronger or with an army.
Denise; -_- those people are only interested in memes, money and tiktok. So STFU.
She smiled and stood up while dusting her hands and arse, "Aha! You don't need any of that. Because... because unless I get back, there's no way they'd want to come with the uncertainty of a death trap."
He stepped forward and she raised her hands to guard her neck.
A smirk played on his lips, "You mean to say that they are so fearful."
"Everyone has a fear for the unexpected."
And she had unexpectedly dug herself into a pit right after she got out of it. She only thought about what she had said when his smirk became wicked.
Right, if they don't come as long as she doesn't go back, then killing her would be a sure way of knowing keeping it that way.
He stool another step and she jumped, squeaking like a mouse.
She dodged his hand and said, "BUT WE DON'T KNOW FOR SURE! The curiosity for the unknown is how people make discoveries. We don't know for sure if they wouldn't send anyone else. But if I go back, I can tell them not to come."
When he stopped trying to grab her, she took that opportunity to stand up straight. Then she tried to drive the nail home, "See, if you let me go, I can find a way back and everything will be okay."
He crossed his arms, "How did you get here?"
"I- how did I get here? Now that's a bit of a tough question. I wasn't expecting that question. How did I get here? Well first you have to ask yourself why I'd want to come here? Which honestly I wouldn't. Then next question is did I use a machine or magic or some sort. And therefore lots of questions would come up. Why would I go anywhere without proper preparation? You'd have to also ask about your an anatomy-"
"Quit rambling," he shot fiercely.