The Sentinels some used your na[m]e for glory, some used it for their gain

Wednesday felt herself being forced from the thick thorns, and wheezed, KILLED HER, to stroke fear in his heart, to perhaps distract him from the task at hand, to look at his darling, but the words incensed him, DEA- and then her head was slammed against the tree! Her skin was torn, and this only made matters worse. Stars, stars she saw! She tried to escape him then, but she couldn't. Tighter was his grip. In the final show of her strength, she surged forward, toward the thorns again; perhaps this would make him relent, or perhaps he would find the strength to rip her head clean fr—

Ah, and so it happened that way! He had never released her, even with his weight being carried but one meager foot forward, and her body fell forward without its head. There might have been a scream, or maybe a gasp, or perhaps an ugly snarl...

No, there was none of that. Er, seemed to be her final word, incomplete, but as good as a prayer from her devoted lips.