My gun is promtly aimed at your head, ready to shoot you at any given moment.

"Got one here, gentlemen!"

I signal to the rest of the men. They walk over, all armed as they surround you.

I grab your chin, lifting your face to meet my dark eyes.

"Pretty little O'Driscoll. Shame."

I state before letting go of your face and leaving you to fall to the dirt.

"Get 'em back to camp. Colm might just miss this one."

I grin before mounting The Count, one of the other men now hogtying you.