Luna closed her eyes and let the towel fall to her ankles. Despite her cooperation, she tried again. "Soliel, run...just fucking run." She said in a nearly pleading voice. The knife cut into her flesh as she talked. The man could not catch her if she started to run now. She had a plan to slow him down after she made a break for it. Her green eyes stared intently into hers. One of them at the very least had to make it out alive. She ignored his tongue on her skin.