"Get up!" A soldier kicks me awake.

I slam backward. I wince. How... how am I still alive? I wince as blood pools from me. The soldier grabs my neck. I try to kick him off, but... there's so much pain. I can barely keep my eyes open. The brute throws me back. I grab a candle holder from a random table. I pull it forward.

"Alright...who...wants...to...get...fucked...?" I gasp out.

"Let's fuck this guy!" One soldier charges at me.  

I dodge and whack him. The soldier grabs the candle. 

"Oh... shit." I mutter.

He punches me in the gut. I wince. He slams me into a wall. 

"Okay...best...two...out...of...three...?" I ask.

He slams my face again with his iron fist. How am I still alive? I'm practically a punching bag. I don't have a plan. I don't have... I don't have anything. I grip my head. What am I going to do? What am I going to do? My head was spinning. He grabs my hand.

"So...are...we...done...?"  I ask as he lifts me up.

"Now you're done." The man says.

"Excuse me, no asked me if I want to fuck him or not." A voice says.

We all jump. One grabs me like a baby. I look around. Was it just the blood loss that I am hearing things? I see the torches all light up in glorious flames. I look around. Wow... it actually looks very nice on the inside as far as I could tell. I turn and see a bunch of crows who fly through the window. A soldier drops me, hard, way too hard. I turn and I see a figure walking forward. Then...blackness.