"No one can touch my friends!" I yelled at the immortal.
"You think you have a say in that?" Pisaca said.
Suddenly we saw the metal bed that used to tie me up shot out from the corner of the room. It went toward the immortal, but Pisaca simply raised her hand, and the bed froze in mid-air and then it started crumbling like aluminum foil. The immortal waved her hand off slightly, and the metal ball scattered against the wall.
"I sense some talents here," she said, turning around to look directly at Jacque, "I'm a little bored after sleeping for too many centuries. Isn't it wonderful if I turn you, young girl?"
"That's very kind of you, but no thanks," Jacque replied.
"If I were you, I wouldn't turn down such a generous offer. The gift of immortality, never die, never age, always exists
