Tell him to go to hell.

Your pride over comes you and you blurt out ?go to hell.?

As in the courtroom, the judge remains unflustered. ?Have it your way bandit.?

He picks up a scroll and reads. ?Morgan Hamilton I find you guilty of all charges and sentence you to a life of hard slavery. I hereby order that two days from now you will be turned over to the slavers and sold in the dangerous criminal auction. The money brought in from your sale of your worthless hide will be given to the king?s treasury. Since this will hardly begin to recompense his majesty and his subjects for your numerous offenses, and considering your arrogant and contemptuous attitude towards this court, I also sentence you to endure a day of public torment. Tomorrow morning you will be taken to the town square and I hereby order the whipmaster to inflict upon your body such pain and humiliation that perhaps those who foolishly admire your criminal activity will be so shocked that they have new found fear for proper authority, while those whom you have wronged will be amusement by your torments.?

The judge turns to the guard, ?Ragnar, as you can see you have done his majesty a great service by capturing this arrogant criminal. As your reward you can amuse yourself with her before taking her back to the dungeons. Just keep her bound, she is dangerous.?

?You fucking bastards? you swear understanding that the judge has just ordered you to be raped.

The judge and his slave leave in silence by the door to the right of you.

With the closing of the door the Northman walks over to you with lustful grin. He stands next you and stares down at your cleavage. ?Puppene?, he names you in his native tongue.