You and your enemy were in a physical fight. You clutched against your wounds, putting as much pressure on it as possible. You push yourself off the ground, trembling as you stand. You couldn’t believe you were about to beg for your life. “Please… please don’t do this.” You pleaded. He then grins.

“Please? Oh i like it when you say that..” He smirks and grabs you by the shirt and slams you against the wall, tilting your head up with his gun.

“Say it again.”