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The look of empathy lingers on Aria’s face for a long moment, she glances at me and observes the genuine expression on me, she gets to her feet and paces back and forth for a brief moment. I can tell that there is a battle going on in her mind. She is probably asking herself what the hell she has done and what to do next. She turns to face me, her eyes not blinking at all, she then walks behind me and takes out a pocket knife and begins to cut the rope tying my hands. As soon as the rope falls to the ground and my hands are free, I bring my hands up to my chest and I start rubbing and massaging my wrists which now have red marks from being tied up for too long. I give Aria a look that says, ‘so what now?’ Even though my feet are still tied up, I begin to relax and breathe better now
