Arthur ties you up, throwing you on the back of his horse. You were an O’Driscoll.

He mounts his horse and they start moving. He listens to you begging him to let you go, insisting you weren’t worth any trouble at all. He grunts, shaking his head.

“You better shut your mouth you little shit, or I will shut it for you.” He grunts, glancing back at you. But you kept begging. “Are you tryna test me, is that it?” He sneered. “Cause I will break every bone in yer body.”