LovelyLittleBlank
"Cage the girl."
Three words that changed my life. I'd been a freedom-fighter, a helper, a girl version of Robin hood, and someone who brought hope. What had I done to deserve this? All I'd ever done was fight for the weak, less fortunate and helpless. And for what now? To be made a fool for supposedly dishonoring someone's family? How is keeping a boy from being killed, a dishonor to his family? Those thoughts race through my mind as The Man who'd called for my capture stares me down.
The Tall Asian man, comes closer. And pulls a knife from his coat. I can see his birdlike face, his cheek bones stick out. And his skin is smooth over his face, smooth and deeply tanned. His eyes are dark. I can tell they've seen many days of darkness. In a way, he's handsome. In a, very, frightening way.
"Scared?" He asks, bringing the knife close to my neck.
"Not even close." I grunt, swallowing my fear.
"You should be. I'm your worst nightmare, beautiful." He says.