Though she heard the word, Marie struggled to understand it at first. Her mind soon worked up an explanation, and though her body still felt weak with terror, she still forced it to move, climbed off the bed, and walked toward the black machine one unsteady step at a time.
The naked man had been someone powerful, someone who could end her life with a single word. That same man was now on the floor, awaiting his end. The one who brought him to such a state was none other than the black machine, which meant that said machine was far more powerful. With that being the case, wouldn't that mean that she now has to follow its orders?
She soon found herself standing a step behind the black machine. The naked man no longer had his arms, and he didn't look like he could do her any harm. Despite that, she didn't want to get a single inch closer to him. If possible, she didn't want to see him ever again.
