As Ravana flew towards Lanka, Sita red eyed with anger said, "Ravana! Are you not ashamed of taking me away in the absence of Rama? A coward, you lured away Rama with your magical powers and mercilessly killed Jatayu who came to my rescue. You are the most despicable of rakshasas. Do you deem it an act of valour? Does it not shame you to abduct a woman who is unprotected? You swagger in vain of your greatness but the world will judge you otherwise. What have you achieved by scheming, stealing and slaying? It is but a mere display of your unrighteous might and stealth, which will only bring irrevocable shame upon you and your race! Do not even for a moment think that Rama cannot touch you. Your end is imminent and inevitable, for neither your skill nor the might of your army can save you when Rama's arrows fly. You cannot bear the heat of his arrows, any more than the birds a raging forest fire. Think of what is good for you and release me. Your pride and conceit drives you to the brink of extinction. Imprisoned by an enemy and separated from my husband I will not live long." Sita's lament was heart breaking but did not stop the demon from carrying her away! Once again Sita warned Ravana, "Distasteful is wise counsel to those who are at the door of death. Do you not behold the golden trees that the doomed behold? You shall soon witness the dreadful sight, when the waters of river Vaitarini turn red with blood and when swords grow on trees! Will Rama who killed fourteen thousand rakshasas single handed, spare you who has dared to abduct his consort?"