Conquered/Run For It
You scream and struggle to get away, but he's already on you. He grabs your hair and yanks your head back as hard as he can, exposing your neck. You can feel the cold steel against your throat and you freeze in terror.
"You're a fucking idiot you know that!"
You go into sheer terror induced panic. "No, no, no! Please, I'm sorry!"
"Too late for that cunt!" he holds the dagger right at the corner of your eye. "When I tell you to do something, you better fucking do it, or else you get this!"
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
You scream out desperately right before the dagger plunges in. The indescribable pain shoots through you all over again. Your mind goes completely white and you feel like you're going to pass out.
He pulls the dagger out and you collapse into the mud as blood pours down your face. You can't see anything and you're screaming so loud that you can't hear anything else. You're in so much pain that you don't know how you're still conscious.
"Now, get on your knees and eat it!" he barks.
You turn over on your stomach and slowly crawl over to the mud. The pain is so intense your arms and legs give out and you lay face down in the mud.
"Cunt, I don't see you eating," the guard shouts.
"I'm trying," you scream in terror. "Just, please, give me a minute."
You hear his weighty footsteps stomp right up to you. You feel his rancid breath hit your face, but can't see his terrible face.
"I'm going to count to ten," he hisses. "If I don't see a wad of mud in your mouth by the time I get there, I'm dragging you back to camp and making you our new banner."
You wail and scream as you try to get up, but your body just isn't working. You're completely broken.
"One."
You feel his hands grab your hair and the back of your neck.
"Two."
He lifts you up and throws you forward.
"Three."
You crawl desperately forward in the mud.
"Four."
You reach down and grab a handful of mud.
"Five."
You put it to your mouth, but it tastes awful. You wretch and cough it out the moment you put it in.
"Six."
You whimper and cry as you desperately try to scoop up another handful of mud.
"Seven."
You cry as you try to put it in, but your body just won't let you.
"Eight."
You scream in terror as you feel his hand on your shoulder.
"Nine."
"Please! Please, have mercy!" you scream. "I'm trying, I really am!"
You expect to hear him reach ten, but he doesn't. Instead, you feel him move around a bit before shoving a mound of dirt in your face.
"Last chance. Eat it now."