Ally was surprised by the big convicts reaction, his mimicry of her actions.  Her heart melted- now she really felt bad for the man.  Had he never felt an affectionate touch from another human being?  She couldn't imagine never feeling that sort of affection, and she couldn't imagine how that could traumatize someone.

Then the incantations began again and her throat was grabbed.  Though it was uncomfortable, the man wasn't putting anywhere near the pressure it would take to successfully crush a throat of solid titanium.  She doubted he could produce that kind of force, and decided this fight wouldn't be won through fists, but possibly through words.

"Seduce?" Ally asked, disgusted by the head's vulgarity, "There is a large difference between seduction and compassion."

She felt the grip tighten on her throat, which meant the head was only getting angrier.  He continued speaking, saying the man's only purpose was to destroy.  "You and me know that isn't true!  Monsters aren't born, they're created!  This man is no monster, this man is a man who has never felt love!"

The pressure began to tighten, and Ally became worried.  Was this his full pressure, or was he still holding back?  The titanium wasn't denting, but the pressure scared her.  Her breathing became shallower, more out of fear than actual strangulation.  She felt her metal form slipping slightly.  [i]No, don't go back now!  You'll die![/i] she screamed in her head.

"This head lies about you!" she urged the fat convict, voice audibly raspy, "I want to help you!"

As the pressure seemed to tighten further, she heard a screaming from above.

[i]Another convict?  I'm done for,[/i] she thought, and now tried to peel back the brute's fingers.