"You mean to tell me the women you kidnap are willing?" she said in a cold voice. She stared up at him, hand clenching around the roll, arms crossing under her breasts. She still had not noticed her... wardrobe malfunction.<br/><br/>"I am going so that those women will have a chance at freedom. I will<i>never</i>be wed, did you know that? I have given up my entire<i>future</i>to stop this carnage. Even if a man should decide I am worth wedding, it shall be a painful relationship built on the loss of my virtue. I<i>am</i>the whore my people have accused me of being; I whored myself out to your people, you... you... Mutt!" Her voice was rising as she spoke, until finally she was shouting at him. Leaping to her feet, she shoved him furiously, using his squatting to push him over. Then she threw the roll in his face, a furious look on her face.<br/><br/>She was truly afraid of these... things. And her fate was one of the most fearful things she faced in her life.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>