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badly swollen his hands were from the tight bindings
that held him to the table. She knelt down and reached for small
knife to cut the bindings free, when she abruptly stopped.
    What was she doing?
    She couldn’t cut him free!
    He could do almost anything then, especially
to her!
    She gazed at his swollen hands again and she
swallowed hard, because she knew it wasn’t within her to leave him
to suffer like this. Slowly her eyes rose up to meet his, which
were level with hers. His eyes promised her nothing and threatened
nothing all at the same time. Zora had promised her that she would
be safe with this man, but was that the truth?
    There was only one way to find out. Kana
reach the knife forward and carefully cut his hand free, when it
was free he clenched and unclenched his fist repeatedly, but he did
nothing else and his arm continued to hang free beside the table.
Kana moved around and cut his other hand free and quickly moved
back out of reach, but he just continued to lay there on the
table.
    She gazed at him in indecision. Maybe she
could leave his feet tied, but no that wouldn’t work either, they
were swollen too. She moved forward and cut them free. Breathing
hard she stepped backward, until she touched the side of the tent,
the little knife clutched in her hand for all the good it would do
her against somebody like him.
    He continued to lie there for a moment and
then he pushed up off from the table and swung his legs around so
that he was sitting on the edge of the table. Kana swallowed hard
for a completely different reason other than fear, although that
emotion was still very much a part of what she felt in this
moment.
    Kana couldn’t get past what her eyes were
telling her. He was beautiful. She and Eshta were taller and more
muscular than almost every man that they had ever encountered
thanks to the hereditary traits of Khartian descent somewhere back
in their family tree that had also given them their creamy black
skin, dark eyes, and black hair. This man however made her feel
small, even weak, as her eyes scanned over the corded muscles of
his arms to the ribbed plane of his stomach and the powerful legs
below.
    He slid off the table to stand before her
and she saw that he was even taller than her by an inch or two. He
could overpower her in seconds and then do absolutely anything that
he wanted to her, which she had made possible by cutting him free.
You idiot, she thought to herself savagely, now why did you do
that?
    He walked toward her and she was just about
to slash a whole in the tent behind her and run, when he stopped
and held out his hand toward her. What was this about? What did he
want from her? Then it dawned on her, he wanted her knife!
    Kana looked down at the little knife and
reflected on the fact that it wasn’t going to do her any good and
Zora had said that she would need to trust him to do the right
thing. Kana meekly reached forward and laid the knife in his open
palm. His hand closed over the handle and he turned it on himself
and in alarm Kana saw that he meant to disembowel himself with
it.
    “No!” Kana cried out and grabbed at his arm
with both of hers and pulled at it. In the brief struggle that
followed Kana ended up pressed up against him with her back to him,
as she placed yourself between him and the knife.
    He took the knife with his other hand, as he
clamped his open arm across her holding her immobile, as he lifted
the knife up to his throat. Kana twisted her right arm free and she
stuck her finger up in front of his throat just as the knife
reached it. The blade pressed her fingers back against his throat
and she thought he would slice through them in pursuit of his grim
pursuit of self justice.
    The edge of the knife sliced into her
fingers slightly, she winced and he stopped. His eyes met hers, as
she turned her head and she pleaded softly, “Don’t! Please
don’t!”
    He looked at her for a long moment and then
asked, “Why?”
    It was the first time she’d