Fatima looked to the door.   She could not stay,  this is ludicrous.     In normal circumstances she could be out that door before Lita could react.   Her youthfulness serving her with the jump.  But she had mitigated such, with having drank the whiskey down as she had.<br/><br/>They were going to rape them tonight.  Is all she could think about now in her mind.   How the heck did she end up here.  She doesn't even remember being abducted.     Then she catches the gleam of a butter knife.  She would reach out and hide it away.     Desperate situations, sometimes call for desperate acts.<br/><br/>Hopefully Lita had not seen her try to slip the butter knife away.