Her eyes slid shut as she waited for death to take her. And she waited. And waited. Convulsions were slowly wracking her body as he lifted her up, though the voice was foreign and far away. She waited for death but it didn't come and instead there was only agony gripping her guts.
He had done this, somehow, he had deprived her of a swift and painless death and instead forced her to suffer through knifes in her blood stream. "Let... me...go.." she commanded, trying to get to her gun to give herself relief from the agony and take him with her.