Arissa gritted her teeth and clenched her feet in raw pain. This was her first time going through something like this and it was killing her.
She felt like she was going to die.
"Son of a bitch," she cursed lowly as she drew the arrow off her right arm. She held her breath to stop her from trembling.
Brutal pain shot through her, almost numbing her mind with pain. The pain was hellish.
"Arissa, calm down. Breathe in and breathe out," she muttered to herself.
The man now stood before her as he stretched his bow and arrow to shoot at her again and his hand was deliberately directed on her forehead.
Arissa needed time to think and after a fast plan, she announced, "I'm Arissa Lincoln. Mr. Lincoln's daughter." her heart quickened as she spoke.
