"You will die," she informed him calmly, eyes flat. "You will die, slowly, and nobody will care."
She flashed a dark grin, and appeared next to him like smoke.
"Nobody will care," she whispered into his ear as he stood still, head bowed, only kept upright by chains on both wrists. He slumped even more so, his pride broken.
"They will watch you burn, see your flesh crackle and fry, and laugh at your misfortune," she hissed, a sated look washing onto her face.
She took a step back, black fabric boots not making a sound on the damp, grimy stone floor of the freezing cold cell.
"You're just another traitor, brother, and traitors don't deserve to live."