Role

Chapter 7

A harsh laugh came from the man as I pressed my dagger closer to his neck. His breath stank of ale.

"Ah, the elven wench. A pretty one she was. She ain't here."

"Tell me where she is, now!"

My hand began to tremble as I cut lightly into his flesh, a small trickle of blood flowing down his neck.

"She tried to escape, just a few hours past. Ran west she did."

The man sensing his death was near, spoke, "We was gunna take her to the slave market eh? Pretty thing like that would fetch a good price."

He continued, "Don't matter now though, she's dead. I got her good with an arrow right through the back. Didn't even scream."

The rage swelled within me like a burning fire. My grip tightened and I leaned in, my face inches away from his.

"You will suffer torment beyond the imaginings of mortal man, you spineless..."

My words were transformed into a gasping gurgling noise as the man ,with startling speed and power, pulled down on the back of my neck.
The double-edged dagger in my hand bit deep into my throat, as well as his, as he pulled me with all his strength into a deadly embrace.
I pressed down with my dagger hand and pushed up hard with my legs. It was too late.

The man was dead, and my condition was not much better.
I could feel the blade had already passed so deeply into my neck that it cut through vocal chords.
Fumbling wildly, I remember pouring a potion of healing upon my wound...just before the world went dark.