Try and stitch it up

Desperately, you run to a cupboard containing your mother's sewing kit and remove a needle and thread before returning to your brother. As you begin to rapidly stitch, hoping and praying for your kin's survival, another of Leofwine's men walks through the door, armed with a crossbow. It all happens too fast, but a sharp bolt is fired into your chest, causing you to flail backward, the bolt jammed into your ribs.
"Aw, you're a pretty one, aren't you?" the attacker says, roughly grabbing your tits and aggressively pulling the bolt free. You struggle to breathe and focus as you bleed from the excruciatingly painful wound, and the man withdraws his hairy cock from his bloodied cotton chaps. He thrusts his six inches into your mouth and down your throat, and begins to face fuck you, eventually bottoming out in your mouth and tucking his cock back into his pants. Laughing, he walks away, leaving you to die.