Lux is overwhelmed

With a collar around her neck and more than one sword pointed at her, Lux realises she has no real chance of fighting her way out of this. She raises her hands, letting her weapon fall, as the group surrounds her.

The man who is obviously the leader steps forward, lifting his cutlass. Lux has to try very hard not to flinch as he places the blade against her neck, just under the collar. She can feel the cold, sharp edge of it pressing against her skin, just as she feels the cold grip of fear down her spine.

“Now if you were a man, we’d cut you up and make an example,” the leader says, his mouth twisted in a leering grin, “but it’d be a shame to have to do that to you, eh? Maybe we can find another use for you.”

Moving the blade away slightly, he puts a hand on Lux’s shoulder and begins pushing her down on her knees.