"CASSIUS!" shouted the Duchess.
COUGH!
COUGH!
Cassius coughed up blood, his vision blurring as he looked down. The shaft of a trident, held by the dirty hand of the Pirate King, was embedded right below his heart, piercing through his stomach.
"Hehe! Don't worry, insect," the Pirate King whispered with a cruel grin, his voice laced with dark amusement. "You won't die anytime soon. I'll make sure you survive—just long enough to deliver a message to that rich Duke. You'll tell him exactly what I'm about to do to his wife."
The Pirate King tightened his grip on the base of the trident with his other hand, a cruel grin spreading across his face as he lifted the weapon along with Cassius's body.
The shaft drove deeper, the agony intensifying with every inch, and blood sputtered from his mouth, splattering across the Pirate King's face.
Cassius's vision blurred as he gasped for air, but his strength was fading fast.
