"Please!" she gasps as she rolls onto her back and then does a clumsy sort of crab walk away from the three grinning guards. She stares up at them with genuine, sick terror and begs because she has heard the stories, and she knows that there is no virtue in being defiant and brave. Pleading doesn't usually do much good either, but maybe.... "Please! Don't!" One of them laughs at her terror, the sound sharp and jarring, and advances on her.