"It's interesting," he says, as he pulls his hand free from your torso, examining the blood and viscera clinging to it curiously, not noticing or not caring about the mirror of your wound that has appeared in his stomach, carving through organs he needs much less than you do yours. "Alive, you'd be useful. Dead, you'd be obedient. But if I can suspend you right in the middle..."
He leans close, filling your fading vision with his hideous visage. Your Magesight remains clear, and you can see Dhar leaping to his will, and a tendril of hideous magic extends from his bloodied hand and reaches towards you to try to enslave your soul right on the cusp of death...
And is met with the full force of Dwarven indignance.