It was a feeling of pure, blissful success that washed over Danielle when the kick landed, feeling accomplished that she had at least managed something in retaliation. She was shocked to learn how rock solid his abdomen was, however, and how quick his reaction would be. He nabbed her ankle before she could retract the leg, using the limb to pull her closer to him. She cried out yet again, kicking freely with the other leg as he was suddenly looming over her.  Not only did the dragging of her bring her closer to her enemy, but it bunched her dress uncomfortlt beneath her, causing it to be awkwardly tight on the top from being pinned underneath. It was as if she had a wedgie of a skirt, caused primarily because the back had not moved with the front. It was not her main focus as her leg was permanently pinned. Now she was concerned with the fact that she couldn’t kick him using her dominant leg, which was stronger than the other. Still, that leg hadn’t done enough damage.<br/><br/>With the movement of a seasoned contortionist, she tried to twist her body to not only make his life more difficult, but to perhaps grind their shin bones and help free her. She essentially flipped her top half over, hoping maybe the force would be enough to let her hips get some leverage as well. It didn’t work, instead causing her back to ache a bit and a bit of time to be wasted. She quickly went back to how she was originally, desperately searching for a way to fight back. She spotted more pillows and grabbed one, attempting to hurl it at the man with the best strength she could muster.