The golden halves of her smooth round face were tilted towards him. Her eyes were so brown they were nearly black; and, one of her eyes was so purple, it was nearly black. Pulling back her silky raven hair, she tried to stop crying.
She could make out some of what he was saying; her English was okay, but drink had made him nearly unintelligible. She understood enough--because he'd paid for her to come here, he thought he owned her.
Standing swiftly, she raised one foot like Asian lightning, and split his ribcage into 2 not-so-golden halves.