Arthur approches the frightened, hogtied, young woman cautiously. Deep brown eyes sunken and hallow, yet, her natural beauty remains untouched by that evil bastard trying to sell her or worse. She whimpers, laying face down in the dirt, while Arthur knifes her free.

“No, no!” The poor thing scrambles away once freed, using all her energy to scratch a gash on his cheek.

“Jesus, miss! I just wanna help. Can I help you?” He puts his hands out in surrender, calmly.