*oh, that's it* *isn't about to stick around here with the fucking cavalry on its way*
(*has no idea what she's going to tell Gothmog, but figures she'd better at least silence you before she starts cooking up lies for her boss*)
*whips out her knife and flicks the meticulously-(tongue)-cleaned blade into position, planting her other hand on your cheek and wrenching your face to one side* *hisses sibilantly* Don't think you've gotten yourself a quick out, soldier-boy. I'll make sure you feel every fucking second of this.
*drags the sharp tip of the blade in a swift line down your skin, following the contour at the base of your neck (but not deep enough to hit the big vein--doesn't want you dying too quickly)*
*leans down and closes her lips over the lacerated flesh*