Could Shanna's words be the answer to your prayers?

Could Shanna's words be the answer to her prayer? Anna wonders.

Her fist closes around the handle of her dagger, pulling it up quickly and holding it in two white knuckled hands before herself, "You'll not have me this day," Anna says, a tremor of fear in her voice.

"Wrong," The man grins with an unkind grin, "I'll have every hole you have to offer. And more importantly, you dont have the nerve to use that thing." He steps towards her, seemingly unconcerned about the dagger.

A sound escapes Anna's lips, a cross between anguish and desperation. At the same moment, Anna thrusts the dagger forward as she squeezes her eyes shut, and though she feels the dagger make contact with something, there's very little resistance.

Suddenly, she feels the man's weight pressing down on her, Its happening, I'm about to be ****! The thought makes her heart race, and her stomach churn at the same time.

Several seconds pass, and nothing more happens. Slowly, she forces her eyes open, only to see the man's face mere inches from her own. There's a look of surprise on his face, and his eyes seem to be looking at something past her, no, through her.

Pushing to one side, the man's body rolls off of her and she scrambles to her feet. Looking down, she can see her dagger pressed to the hilt in the man's chest.

Anna takes a deep, shuddering breath, then reaches for the dagger to pull it free. As she does so, she whispers a soft prayer, "Thank you heavenly father, for guiding my hand. Though I do not understand your plan, I till trust in your wisdom."