Catch up: Ebony found an intruder in her home, snuck to the kitchen in the dark- retrieved her cast iron pan from above the stove, and hit him over the head with it when he came to the kitchen. He passed out. She moved a chair to the stove slipped a rope around the pan and hung it above the chair, slip knotting where his hands would go. Then struggled getting him upright into the chair, tied his wrists making sure that 'if' he lifted his wrist to come for her the pan would swing down and hit him again- of his own doing... The man woke up, hit himself after she told him not to move...
8 sentences from Bloodstone
“I told you not to move.” Ebony pulled the second chair to her small kitchen table over and sat with her legs spread around the back resting her head on her hands. Aside from the red welt on his forehead, the guy didn’t look half-bad. His jaw had a stark line, but he was clean-shaven. His eyes fluttered open into an icy blue glare with dark messy bangs hanging just below his brow. He wore all black clothes. Clothes for a thief. Well she wouldn’t have it.
“What’s wrong with you?” His voice came out low and guttural.