‘Let go of me!’ she yelled, but the guardsman grabbed her by her wrists and dragged her out into the courtyard. ‘Leave me alone!’
He spun her round, holding her jaw between thumb and forefinger.
‘Aw, you’re pretty!’ he laughed.
Clenching her jaw, Beatrix drew back her knee and kicked him squarely in the crotch. Instantly, he doubled over, his breath coming in short gasps of pain. She tried to punch him in the jaw, but even in his current state he managed to catch her arm and twist it behind her back. She cried out in pain and fear.
She struggled slightly against his grip, and a knife materialised in his hand. He stroked her face with it, moving down to her throat.
‘Such a shame to waste a pretty girl,’ he whispered, pressing it into her skin.
Where was Carla when you needed her? Probably facing the same. Beatrix closed her eyes. He was right – it was a waste. At least it might end quickly.
‘Ah, well,’ he said, and she readied herself for the killing blow.