The Queen takes you herself.

Before you are able to move, her bare foot connects with your face and you collapse onto the carpet, your back against the floor. She stomps on your stomach and you grunt in pain. Right after, her foot lands on your crotch. The pain is unbearable as you curl up on the carpet with a loud hiss. She walks away, circling you.

"You wasted your chance to surrender, spy. But I will let you pick, still. Do you want me, or should I call assistance?"