My Short Horror Story

My eyes snap open, a dark, dense room, i'm lying on the bloodstained floor, freezing, jail.
Last I renember, I was being carried away by guards, into the carriage then I must've blacked out.
I can hear the pain filled screams, with the faint noise of a crowd cheering, I kind of know what is coming... I black out... Again.
I'm woken by the sound of boots coming down the hallway, heels clipping off the floor, from what I hear there is more than one person coming.
I shuffle over to the door, waiting for whatever comes next. The door blasts open two men walk in, helmets, I'm guessing iron? Draped in black capes, protected with healthy looking armour, both men are heavily built.
They pick me up by the arms dragging me down the dim hallway, lit only by a few torches, we are nearing a door at the end, I can hear the crowd screaming, is this the end for me?
We burst through the door and the crowd let out a massive jeer, i'm taken over to a block of blood covered wood, a man, i' m guessing a general, pushes me down on my knees' so my head is resting on the block, this is the end i'm, sure of it!
A man approaches from the shadows a black mask covering his face, leather armour strung across his body, worst of all, an axe, he's holding a huge axe with an extremely sharp blade. An exocutioner...
He steps over to the block swinging his axe high, the crowd jeering him on, he makes his final step to the block of wood, raising his axe high staring down at my face, He swings the axe down, I close my eyes, tears trickling down my face, sheer agony...
R.I.P Bec Alexander age 18, 1456-1474...
Well, thats how it should've ended...

Thanks for the people who read this, this has been on my mind for ages now i finally found a place to put it! Keep following guys! Thanks
Nathan :)!