Galla listened and her anger only grew, reaching dangerous heights. Her eyes were ablaze, wild, and her body was so tense, she was almost in pain. She only growled when the man insisted upon her new slave status, but when the woman, the<em>creature</em>provoked her, she spat out: "Bitch. I will have nothing to do with you." She took a step forward, adopting an even more aggressive stance. Suddenly, one of the snakes that created the woman's hair snapped at her, coming perilously close to her lips. It did not reach her, however, but it made Galla scream softly, her cheeks becoming violently red.<br/><br/>She stepped back again and watched them both, fire blazing within her. "I do not want your food. I have no home here, no station." She looked at the man, and narrowed her eyes. "You know nothing of warriors. For all I know, you are nothing but a disgusting, lecherous old man, who drinks his life away here, while the political world in which he has gained a status goes on. You do not fight wars. You do not know wars. I do not know these<em>Heroes</em>you speak of, and I have no interest in knowing them. Not if they resemble this-" She motioned towards the woman, "this monster! I shall not beg for my freedom. But I pray you kill me. I am a warrior, you fool, and I shall die one. I refuse to<em>serve</em>in any way."<br/><br/>Galla spat on the ground in front of them and started struggling with her chains. She could not undo them, and besides, where would she go?  But she tried and tried, tearing her skin in the process, wincing as she drew blood in some parts. All the movement caused her clothing to move and slide off her shoulder and down her back, exposing her left breast. The other one was barely maintaining the cloth. She yelped and turned around, shamed, blushing furiously. She heard the snakes hissing at her back, the skin on her neck becoming covered with goosebumps, the soft hairs there standing on end. All her senses were crazed. She could hear the snakes, the light there was becoming nauseating and her eyes strained sometimes, her skin felt cold and the exposure made her tremble and gasp with shame and lack of comfort, but worst of all was the fact that she could feel the smells...the smells of food. Oh, and it must taste wonderfully! NO! She would not succumb to such bribery. She would not succumb to the smooth-tongues man and she would definitely not succumb to the woman with snakes on her head, the woman who resembled a feminine, sensual snake, rather than a human. And she would rather die than become used by the so-called<em>Heroes.</em>