Every one of the seven hells. She squeezes her eyes shut and thuds her head a few light times back against the sturdy center of the tree. The bark breaks off and gets stuck in her gnarled mass of hair. Of course he'd ask her to throw it down. That way, he could kill her after. ]
I can't do that, m'lord.
[ Briefly she imagines vomiting it up on his boots — the only appealing part of which, of course, is ruining his boots. It would be a short-lived gratification when he ran her through afterwards. She'd seen what his men would do. ]
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Every one of the seven hells. She squeezes her eyes shut and thuds her head a few light times back against the sturdy center of the tree. The bark breaks off and gets stuck in her gnarled mass of hair. Of course he'd ask her to throw it down. That way, he could kill her after. ]
I can't do that, m'lord.
[ Briefly she imagines vomiting it up on his boots — the only appealing part of which, of course, is ruining his boots. It would be a short-lived gratification when he ran her through afterwards. She'd seen what his men would do. ]
I haven't got any missive.