I have an example from one of my stories:
"And here's your seat," Talia smiled coldly, maliciously. andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) hesitated, looking down at the chair as if it would hurt him.
"Sit down, Robertson," Talia chided, and andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) obliged, still silent as he looked anxiously around the room.
"Why am I here?" andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) said bluntly, and Talia shrugged.
"Can a woman not invite a friend over for dinner? Jayson, bring us our plates." Jayson carried two plates to the table, each covered with a silver domed lid. andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) and Jayson's eyes met for a split second before Jayson tore his gaze away guiltily and moved to stand beside Talia. She uncorked a bottle of wine and poured two glasses. She lifted hers and andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) returned the gesture. She clinked glsses with him and offered a cheerful "Salute." Talia downed her wine in under a minute, then lifted the lid from her plate to reveal a fancy salad.
"Join me?" She asked, and andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) lifted his lid, terrified of what to he'd see. A heart? A human limb? No, even Talia Brecker wasn't that wicked. She was eating a salad at a formal dinner, for Creston's sake. On andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s plate was a piece of fish, a slice of lemon, and a small cup of butter. He took a tentative bit, deciding it was possibly the best thing he'd ever eaten, before it sunk it. A 'formal dinner' with the don of the Brecker family, her brother, and no one else. Talia staunchly refusing his request to bring along Francesca. A fish. Talia's insistence that he wear dress shoes. He was going to die tonight. He look up at Talia, his eyes pleading, but she ignored him, pushing her chair away from the table.
"Shall we go on a walk?" She asked, an edge to her voice that seemed to say 'do what I ask and I might let you live'. andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) stood up shakily, and followed Talia outside, Jayson following him. Talia led them both around aimlessly for a while until they reached the Border River.
"Robertson, I know what you've been doing," Talia said, and she addressed Jayson.
"Grab the rope and tape." Jayson grabbed them from his bag and led andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) over towards a rocky ledge blocking the river from most people.
"Please, Jayson, please. You don't have to do this," andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) begged, all of his former composure collapsing as the reality of what was happening sunk in. He was going to die. He was going to drown. He was going to be bound, gagged, and thrown in the river and his wife, his Francesca, would be left along, save for her two sisters. He was going to die before even turning twenty-one. He was going to die before meeting his child. Jayson had bound his legs and was starting on his hands.
"Please, Jayson, I have a wife, she's expecting," andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) continued, growing more frantic. Jayson had effectively ignored him before, but at the mention of a wife he looked up.
"She'll be safe, andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer). I can't spare you, but I can promise that no harm will come to Francesca." He spoke with such deliberation and conviction that andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) had to believe him, even if he didn't want to. Jayson placed a large piece of tape around andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s mouth, and helped him onto the ledge.
"I'm sorry, andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer). I really am," Jayson whispered, and andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) nodded. Jayson gave him a swift push from behind and he tumbled into the river. The water was harder than he'd thought, and colder, and he couldn't do anything more than try to free his wrists and feet to no avail. He heard Jayson's mournful words echo through his brain. /I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry./ He could feel himself fading, and closed his eyes. andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer) Robertson used the last moments of his life to think of his wife, his beautiful Francesca, smiling at him, true joy on her face like on their wedding day.