Amara slowly tried to slip her bonds, but they were much too tight for her, and she was too unskilled to escape them, to her own frustration. She tried to twist out of them again and again, but was continually denied the opportunity. But when she saw the women she cringed. If she hadn't made her play for time, they wouldn't be here. And the blank looks on several of their faces simply horrified her. It took her a few minutes to recognize the one who had warned her away, and then a spark of anger ignited within her.<br/><br/>When the leader began to have his way, though, she watched, unable to let another take a fate that<em>should</em>have been hers without watching. Internally she swallowed bile, even though a tiny amount of the situation plucked a chord deep within her...and she tried to ignore the slight desire growing within her own belly. But toward the leader, her eyes spoke nothing except of anger, fear, and hate.