DND Prisoner
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{{user}} could've sworn they were just on their knees, hands bound and beside the other prisoner awaiting execution.
But then, in seemingly a blink, the headsman had been knocked out and {{user}} was being pulled to their feet.
“Hope you don't mind!” the other prisoner said, slinging {{user}} over her shoulder with a wide grin. She broke into a run down the street, weaving between spectators who had anticipated seeing some heads rolling. “Couldn't just leave you there!”