Maggie heard the door open and fought to get up, not willing to die on her knees. But the man was stronger then her and grabbed her hair, pulling it back to show her neck. She closed her eyes, ready for the metal to cut her throat and end it all....but the pain never came. 

She opened her eyes and looked at him, his words barely reaching her ears. She panted, having been coughing not long ago and was worse for wear. She looked at him and said weakly "hello there....you must be a pirate....the guard...is he dead? Please tell me it was slow....he was a brut...." She coughed again, her legs buckling under her.