You can't show fear. You've moved beyond terror now, with nothing left to lose. Death is almost certain, so why not stand up to this giant bully, give her a few moments of irritation before she destroys you?
"Your mother paired us," you tell Bethany. "I'd have a few moments in the arms of a real woman before I'd be doomed to a virgin brat like yourself."
Bethany is beyond words in fury, and you have more than enough time to run to one side before her fist thunders down where you were standing, toppling several of the cultists off their feet.
"And let's not start on Jenifer," you continue, backhanding away a cultist that attempts to restrain you for his goddess, "did she taste as good? Did her blood cool some of that jealous skank in you?"
Bethany pauses her raised fist, and a crazed smile creeps across her face. "That traitor still lives," she giggles. "But if you don't apologise at once, I will dismember her in front of you."
Holy shit, you'd thought for sure that she was already dead! Doesn't seem like Bethany's lying, either: she's too emotional right now to be capable of that level of deceit.
Your pause allows your enemies to mass, and the cultists close on you from all directions...
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