[She'll still struggle, but her efforts will slow considerably when that knife is pressed against her neck. She can feel the cold blade against her skin and sneers. Her voice turns high and cold, and she openly laughs.]

Coward. You can't slit my throat, can you~? [She snickers mockingly.] Whomever rules you hasn't trained you well enough, it seems. What a waste of a soldier!

[A pause, she can feel a trickle of blood run down her throat as he presses it more enthusiastically against her skin.] I am the Queen of Hearts, fool.