Beholding Ravana radiant in his youthful pride and dazzling in his finery approach her, Sita shook with fear. Drawing her knees to her chest which covered most of her body, resting her chin on them she wept. A picture of abject misery, victim of Ravana's cruelty and cunning, she appeared like an eclipsed moon robbed of its luminance. Her fear filled eyes searched frantically for help and deliverance from the terror in which she was caught. Though wan, worn and flung on the floor like a lotus plucked rudely and discarded thoughtlessly, Sita failed to evoke the slightest of pity from the demon king. The amorous fiend prey to his unbridled passions and impious desires was totally blind to her grief. Sita's thoughts raced to Rama like swift footed horses as if to reach towards the intangible and unreachable beyond, where lay safety and security. Afraid, emaciated and exhausted in body and mind, she prayed for the humiliation of Ravana at Rama's hands, even as Ravana embarked on winning her over with sweet words.