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CAIRO PRISON

Hundreds of filthy prisoners stared down onto the gallows as the hangman's noose was draped over the man's head and tightened around his neck.

Evelyn followed the warden onto the balcony. The prisoners went quiet at the sight of the woman, following her movement with their eyes – staring at her like a pack of wolfs stalking its prey.

The warden turned to them. "No women allowed."

Evelyn scowled at him before haughty saying, "I am an English woman."

The warden looked confused at this before shrugging, sitting on of a wooden chair. Eve followed his example.

"I will give you one hundred pounds to spare this man's life."

"I would pay one hundred pounds just to see him hanged."

"T-Two hundred pounds."

The warden ignored her.

"Three hundred pounds." She said staring at the man who had the noose round his nick worriedly. He kept shooting hopeful looks at her as he was able to hear every word of the negotiation.

The hangman turned to the prisoner. "Any last words, pig?"

"Yeah, loosen the knot and let me go." Eve heard him choke out. The hangman looked up at the warden for permission.

"Yahemar!" The warden yelled in disbelief. "Of course, we don't let him go!"

As the hangman grabbed the lever to the trap door, Evelyn found herself shouting, "Five hundred pounds!"

"And what else? I'm a very lonely man." He said, lecherously placing his hands on her leg. Evelyn furiously slapped his hand away.

Insulted, the warden angrily turns and gestured the hangman to pull the lever. He laugh at Eve's distraught cry as the trap door opened.

The man's body fell and snapped at the end of the rope but his neck didn't break.

"Haha! His neck did not break!" the wardens words sent the prisoners into a frenzy. "Good! Now we watch him strangle to death!"

The other prisoners shouted in anger causing the guards to look nervously at each other hoping this isn't the start of another riot. The man struggled at the end of the rope, his face beginning to turn red.

Desperate, Eve shouted the only option she had left, "He knows the location to Hamunaptra!"

"You lie!" Was the warden's answer.

"I would never!"

At the end of the rope the man was choking and gagging trying to breath his face turning purple.

The warden stared at Evelyn, trying to decide if she was telling the true or not.

"Are you telling me this filthy, godless son of a pig knows where to find the City of the Dead?!"

"Yes!" snapped Eve.

"Truly?"

"If you cut him down you can have ten per cent." She said.

"Fifty per cent!"

"Twenty!"

"Forty!"

Evelyn hesitated, biting her lip.

"Thirty."

"Twenty-five." The warden said.

"Ha, deal!" Evelyn said quickly, smiling triumphantly. "And not one single farthing more."

"Ah, cut him down." The warden groaned. The man fell and crashed into the ground, half gagging, gasping for breath as the prisoners burst into cheers.

He rolled over and stared up at Evelyn and found it in him to smile.

This is going to be interesting, was the thought that went through his head as he watched her walk away.