Anger

Your confusion at Adah's blow only lasts for a moment before turning into boiling anger. You may be a ****, but you are still a man. You will not sit by and allow this woman to toy with you. It is absurd that any serving woman should have rank above a man. Whatever status Adah claims to possess, it cannot elevate her above you. Her harsh words only strengthens your passion. You are determined to have you pleasure from this woman.

You grab her again with new **** and wrestle her to the ground. You expect her to call out for help to weep or to cry, though you feel certain no one will hear her in the abandoned men's quarters.

Adah however does not call for help. She wrestles you as fiercely as any man. As soon as you have her beneath you she wraps her long legs around your middle and squeezes you between her powerful thighs. You feel pain in your ribs as she crushes you like a snake coiled around a rat.

You seize her by the hair, and demand that she let you go, threatening her with your fist.