Too cute for my toes

The hardened pads of his feet made dull clacking sounds on the stone floor as he ran down the passage. In places were lava flowed there was a steady roar that drown them out, but everywhere there wasn't Aku felt deafened by the sound. Surely they were giving him away; alerting her to every move he made. Perhaps he needed to keep an eye out for a place to hide in case the entrance wasn't nearby. Hiding felt even less dignified than running, but he had reached the point where he needed to decide if it was better to be enslaved or murdered with dignity or escape with his life. And he was leaning towards the latter. Though his behavior today would be a lifelong mark of shame at least he would be alive to be ashamed.

The woman's voice echoed to him over the roar of the lava. That was a nefarious cry if he'd ever heard one. He regretted ever giving her his name. Why had he done that? Fool. He'd been a fool, he could see it all now. He felt like a child all over again; in need of his father's scolding. Dare he yell back? Ah, she was right behind him! "Let me go! There are others who will make you happier! Someone who wishes to hold and kiss you, eh?"