Empress of the Ebony Wastes

Stab.

A sharp sensation pierced you from behind. You looked down. The pointy end of a blade was protruding from the centre of your chest. You felt as if the earth underneath you churned as strength left your legs. You tried to reach the wound with your free hand, but before you could do so, the piece of metal was yanked forcefully. Blood spurted from the hole in your chest as you sank to your knees.

Thud, you fell face first onto the ground. Blood flowed freely, pooling around you. You squirmed in pain, every breath you took rocked your body with increasing agony. The handle of your sword rolled out of your grasp. You ordered your hands, your feet to move, but they would not budge. A metallic taste rose from your throat. You coughed, spitting gob of blood-mixed saliva.

Another wave of pain swept over you. You scream the agony out, yet instead of your usual shrill voice, staggered rattle came out of your mouth. Tears welled in your eyes, part from the unbearable pain, the other from the your impending demise.

Another wave of pain erupted from your chest, and you felt every fiber of your muscle tensing. Your breath grew more and more ragged. You tried moving your feet again, but they could do nothing but scrape against the ground.

Thump. Thump.

Your eyes rolled upwards and inwards due to the unbearable pain.

Thump... Thump...

Your toes curled as you thrashed violently.

Thump...

Your body twisted and contorted as the agony reached its peak.

Thu...ump-

The pain dulled, and your heart fluttered to a halt.

A great sigh betrayed your lips as you let out your last breath. The tensions all around your body untangled as you went limp. Tears flowed down your dull, half-lidded eyes. A small pool of drool and blood formed by your mouth. A hissing sound could be heard as your bladder released its content, staining your crotch and inner thighs with your piss.