*bares his teeth in a half-smile, half-snarl as your struggles (sloppy and frantic and stronger than he'd expected) tip his center of balance, forcing him to loosen his grip a fraction as he regains his footing*
*jerks you back in, his hand knotted at the base of your skull, the whip so viciously tight against your flesh* *nearly brushes his lips against your ear, so close is he (and you will know terror before he is through with you)* Farewell, General. It's been a pleasure.
*knocks your feet out from under you, shoving you down into the water face-first (it's only fitting that you should taste it again, cold and deadly, even if you won't actually breathe it this time)*
*doesn't bother to keep your arms pinned, because you are dying and there is nothing left for you but to fight and flail and fall short*