5 times when I almost died and one time I really did

She heard the echo of his steps behind her: lazy, but powerful, grace and dominance in his posture. He could tower over her easily, tall and with broad muscles. His breath came as little puffs on her ear lobe, hard chest in contact with her small back. She was petite, her height just 5 feet, skin pale and soft to the touch. He could break her neck with just a move of his fingers, fingers between so many people lost their lives, fingers painted with blood.

"A knife, a gun and a bottle of venom. Which would you use to end someone's life?", he rumbled from the bottom of his chest, reminding her of a ferocious predator in the wildest forests, ready to hunt his prey and stuck his sharp fangs into its meat.

What he forgot is that foxes are predators too and very dangerous ones: they never hunt something if it has chances to hunt them back.

"All of them", she straightened her back, getting out from the cage he formed between his body and the wooden table. "I'll shoot for you, stab you metaphorical in the back, cut your bonds with the others, poison you with sweet lies and just then", she smiled sweetly, locking her dark blue eyes that sparkled in something too close to madness, her cold fingers moving softly over his neck, thumb patting the vein with the pulse. "Just then I'll struggle you with my own fingers, making you squirm without a chance under me", she tightened her grip just a little, nails almost digging into his skin. "You may be a king but I make emperor cry for the empires I shattered at my fingertips".