Ja Lia, stabbed to Death?

"Please ask him again, he sure doesn't know what he is doing."

Ja's voice broke into confetti as tears swelled in his throat. He would be so glad if he was woken up and told that all was just a dream. Because that was all it seemed to him. He couldn't make a sane meaning out of it.

He was tied to a pillar outside the palace. Two warriors were standing before him. He had been beaten to pulp firstly and one of the warriors with a spear in hand was wearing him out with an odd ogle.

"I know deep down, you do not want to do this. I'm as helpless as you are."

He paused. He was panting, there were shots of blood in the swells all around his face. There were tracks of blood all over his body too. The robe he was putting did less in holding the pain back.

He continued,

"Come to think of it."

He was struggling with the words. Not because he didn't know what to say, but he was watching his life dwindle gradually in front of him.