Previously on One Night in Sin City: [Two years before the Present] I will not die. Not here, not like this.     The broken and beaten man gurgled and forced himself to suck in his breaths, but between the open wound to his windpipe and the amount of blood now backed up in his throat and now spilling out his neck, it was all he could do to not aspirate from the lack of oxygen. The man fought on though, even as his grew weak and pale from the blood loss, even as he felt