"So what? You will murder the man I love? You will beat me bloody? HA -" She chuckles suddenly, though there is no mirth in her laughter.
"No. No, I know what you mean to do. You will have me killed. The guillotine? But too slow? Hanging? Ha - he is not a spectacle any more. Burn me, p'raps, though I ain't a witch. I hope the guillotine. Quick. It would be so lovely to sleep, you know?" She moves right up to his desk, and lays her hands on the smooth wood.
"You do not like me, Sir, and that's okay, but if you are to kill me, will you make it quick? Only, I don't want to be afraid in the end. It will be bad enough in hell, no?"
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"No. No, I know what you mean to do. You will have me killed. The guillotine? But too slow? Hanging? Ha - he is not a spectacle any more. Burn me, p'raps, though I ain't a witch. I hope the guillotine. Quick. It would be so lovely to sleep, you know?" She moves right up to his desk, and lays her hands on the smooth wood.
"You do not like me, Sir, and that's okay, but if you are to kill me, will you make it quick? Only, I don't want to be afraid in the end. It will be bad enough in hell, no?"