"I don't need your stupid help and I don't need to hear you [i]both[/i] call me stupid and fat in front of my ff, [i]shucking[/i] face," you spit haughtily, even though the extra effort it takes to raise your voice even just a little bit has left you even more dazed than before. You don't expect to survive for much longer here. You don't even know how you managed to survive this long. 

In fact, why the [i]heck[/i] did this stranger bring you here instead of just killing you on the spot? Every possibility surges through your head: he has to feed his lusus, and you're fresh meat; he's made an agreement to keep this monstrous human's appetite sated in exchange for keeping his own life; he's simply a sadist and wants to slice you open or play with your organs or something. The new wave of adrenaline brings you to your feet, and you wobble for a couple moments before falling this time. 

"What are you going to do," you wheeze, your voice starting to shake.