Lion Head Mesa Sacrificial chamber

For a moment he thought he was safe, he'd be whisked away immediately; an idea that was almost immediately dashed as the woman began to speak again, his eyes filling with anger to her as he glared at the green-eyed witch. Lies! He hissed in a bitter tone. She is stranger! 

The kidnapper forced her way between himself and the pretty possible saviour, a move that he deemed to be firstly, rude, and secondly, dangerous. He growled at her new position between them, trying to wiggle his way under and around her, anyway to get back into the stranger's field of vision so he would not be forgotten and left behind. Don't leave! Who knows when the next individual would come by and hear his cries for help after all, would it be too late by then? 

This was possibly his only chance!

His only chance... Like a light the idea lit up in his brain, and without much thought put into it, he aimed to bite at the woman's flank - if this didn't make it clear or put her in a rage good enough to show just how terrible she was, Valium was running out of ideas on how to make his situation clear.