Divinity flinched as she tried not to give Zahir the satisfaction of knowing he was hurting her. She remained strong for as long as she could, but eventually her inferior strength gave in, and the dagger sounded as it fell to the floor.
As the knife clattered, Zahir kicked it aside towards the wall, it bounced and came to a stop near the bed. Satisfied that it was out of reach for now, he raised her arm up high, forcing her to stretch upwards, then, balling his fist around the handle of his baton, he punched her in the gut to knock the wind out of her and soften her resolve. He waited for the next soldier to come and hold her for him, making ready to bind her hands securely behind her.
The maid watched with horror, calling out to Divinity with tears streaming down her face. "My lady! I don't understand! What have I done to displease you!"
Zahir ignored the pleading woman.