The Fate of Rebecca Wei

Rebecca grit her teeth, blood from her nose pooling at the top of her tightly pulled lips. The hand around her throat squeezed tighter, turning her brown skin to a purple, and slowly and slowly into a pale white.

"WHERE IS HE, WITCH?"

A sputtering sound came from her throat. The paladin lightened his grip slightly, and Rebecca responded, "I will never give them up, traitor!"

The paladin raised his hand high in the sky, and struck deep into her stomach. Saliva splatter from her mouth as the air was expelled from her lungs, and he tightened his grip again. "Harlot, I ask not again. Where are they going? Tell me, NOW."

Her blood shot eyes popped with tears as she convulsed from the pain and lack of oxygen. Her nose was still bloodied and her vision had faded in one of her eyes; a popped blood vessel again, she was sure. She was certain. She was...

The paladin let go when he realized she had passed out. "Pathetic. They will not escape me. They will leave this desert some day. And when they do? Then they are mine."