"H-Hai..~" She moaned softly, squirming more.
The rope tightened around her neck and Nieve's eyes widened, panick flashing in her eyes and a scene playing out in her head: Nieve had been around nine in human years and she had been playing where she was told not to, around Szayel's equipment. She had gotten tangled in some of his cords and one had wrapped itself around her neck when she struggled, making it harder for her to breathe. It had been almost a full hour before Szayel had found her and by that time she was weeping and beyond terrified. Nieve snapped back to where she was and she dropped the box, struggling and backing up, tightening the rope around her neck, making her tense up more. "No!!" She screamed so loud it made the horses buck and snort, the caravan creaking, but it seemed more of a roar.