Strangely enough, it became harder and harder to breath after his little outburst, as if inside, he had known that such a move hadn't been a smart one. The thief's heart thumped uncontrollably, to the point where he had to clutch a jittery hand over his chest, squeezing it harshly, clutching bits of his soiled beige vest in the process. Despite his previous fear, there was some new sadistic aura that hung in the air after his outburst – one that didn't sit too well with Sekani. Before, the beast's moves had been almost predictable. He could see where this all was leading, which had lead to a rebellious cry in protest. But now, he seemed to smile, one that would probably haunt him for the rest of his life, and walked towards a dim corner of the room where a sword sat idly in the wall, which was withdrawn effortlessly from it's holder.
Oh, shit.
The beast advanced towards him with that same smile plastered over his unforgiving features, sword in hand, coming close – too close, closer than Sekani would've liked. He was stubborn and full of pride, sure, and maybe he couldn't take a hint sometimes, but an insanely tall monster coming at him with a sword in hand was enough to get him to shut up, for now. However, he couldn't voice his obedience, was too choked up to do so. Constantly, he was hanging between the possibility of life or death, but that stubborn side of him wanted to get out of this without any humiliation. Oh, it was a hopeless wish, he knew. In fact, he wasn't even sure why he held onto such a ridiculous hope – perhaps it was the only thing keeping his sanity at this point...
He opened his mouth, eyes dancing in choked up tears, but nothing but slurred stutters came from his vocals. If this had been another time and another place, perhaps he would've thought it was amusing to find that he had been reducing to this blubbering, pathetic mass of a thief. All he could think was don't kill me, don't kill me, as his lavender eyes locked onto the sword. Was he a coward, for loving life so much that he would rather be raped than killed? That was how his father would like at this, should he still be sane. Where is your pride, he would ask. Sekani would answer that it had been tossed at the window, as soon as he had been tossed in.
All he could do was bury his head between his knees, drawing himself up into a tighter ball. It was not much of a response, but the beast had caught his tongue – and probably wouldn't hesitate to literally cut it out, if prodded.