Conquered/Beg

In your wounded state you look up from the ground and whimper. "You can't—You can't do that to me."

"By the Gods, this bitch is still talking," the spear guard cries. "Basil, go call for the brand. I think this cunt needs to be taught her place."

The writing guard nods before calling out to another group of guards to fetch the brand. You don't have time to think of the implications of what they've just said as the spear guard grabs you by the hair and drags you off away from the line of peasant girls.

You scream at him and beat your fists impotently against his armored hand. "Stop it! Stop it right now! You're hurting me! Let go!"

He completely ignores your cries until he pulls you're a good distance away from the other girls. He then throws you down in the dirt before, splattering mud all over your chest and face. You push yourself up, run a hand over your muddy face and boil over with rage. "You brutish pi—"

He slaps you in the face again sending your head crashing back into the mud. This time some of it gets in your eye and it burns badly. The guard plucks your head up by the hair and slaps you again.

You let out a pain sob in the mud and beg, "Stop, Stop, please! I'm sorry!"

He picks your head up again and slaps you. You feel a trickle of blood running down your nose. He pulls up yet again, you sob and plead desperately for him to stop. You brace yourself for another hit, but it doesn't come this time. Instead he forces your head back down and holds your face just an inch off the muddy ground.

"Eat it," he demands.

You look up at him in shock. Does he—Does he mean? "You—You want me to—"

"Eat the mud!" he shouts. "Open your mouth and take a big heaping bite!"

You tremble and shake your head in disgust. "No! I won't! You can't make—"

He shoves your face back down into the mud and keeps it there with his hand. You thrash your whole body, struggling to breath. Your lungs burn, your chest tightens up as he holds you down for several seconds. When he finally lets you up you gasp, inhaling flakes of mud and coughing so violently you feel more like you're vomiting.

You feel something cold and pointy against your cheek and then you see the guard is holding a dagger to your face. You freeze up in complete terror and look up at the guard glaring at you.

"I'm going to ask you again, say no, I cut an eye out. Say now after that, I cut the other eye out. And if by some divine miracle of stupidity you still say no after that, I'll cut all your arms and legs off and hoist you up like a banner for all the peasant girls to see. So, I ask you one last time little noble lady. Eat. The. Mud!"

• Eat it
• Refuse