Naria stumbled backwards as she felt a sudden surge of fear wash over her. Her heart pounding, she frantically scanned her surroundings, her eyes darting around the room in search of something sharp, something that could protect her from the handsome man who stood before her.
Her gaze settled on a pair of scissors lying on a nearby table, and without another thought, she lunged for them, her fingers closing tightly around the cool metal handles. Gripping the scissors tightly, she held them up in front of her, her eyes fixed on the man's face as she tried to gauge his intentions.
Her heart still racing, Naria took a step back, her eyes never leaving the man's face. She knew that she had to be careful, to protect herself at all costs. With the sharp scissors in her hand, she felt a small measure of confidence returning, and she braced herself for whatever might come next.
