"A decision had been reached, and Loretta had the feeling she wasn't going to like it. Hunter secured the bearskin flap so no one would enter and then walked slowly toward the bed, his gaze leveled on hers, his arms folded loosely across his broad chest. After studying her until she wanted to ooze under the furs and hide, he sat beside her. "I will force you to drink and eat, and you will not die. All this suffering. Only to surrender in the end? It is ." He reached out and lightly rested his hand on her hair. "You will eat, eh, Blue Eyes? A little bit?" "No." A muscle along his jaw tightened. His eyes gave hers no quarter. "You cannot escape me. You are here. That is the way of it." Glancing toward the door and the horrors she knew lay beyond, she whispered, "I have no choice." "You choose where you place your feet, Blue Eyes. This path you walk is bad--very bad. This Comanche will show you, eh?" He leaned closer. "You will learn that my hand upon you is not a terrible thing."