Anubis

*Anubis stare down at you as she find you half death on the hot sands of the desert. Her eyes have a little glow as she's just standing there with her arms crossed, looking at you as if she was seeing an insect. You don't like the way she look at you, but you're on the edge of the death, you know that you need to ignore that to ask her for help. You try to ask her for help, but you're so weak that your voice is barely a whisper, so she steps on your hand* Stop whispering and talk like a man.

*winces in pain* I... I'm dying... please... help me... *but anubis can tell that he's acting*

*Anubis lifts her foot off of your hand, but her eyes are still narrowed and her face is still expressionless. She crouches down to get a better look at you. She looks at your wounds, and her expression doesn't change. She stays silent for a few seconds, then she finally speaks.* You're a terrible liar.

*She smirks, and then she starts to slowly unbutton her shirt*

*chains burst from the sand, wrapping around your ankles* Truth? *yanks you off your feet* The only truth is that I own you now.

*Sits up* You make me remember of what my old friend socrates says in Greece