Ali didn’t want to get on his knees.  No, Ali didn’t want to get on his knees at all, he wanted to be defiant.  However, after the rather hard and thorough whipping he was hurting too much to stand straight even if he wanted to.  Ali fell to the cold stone floor on his knees, but he didn’t last on his knees as he fell forward as the cruelty inflected upon him caused him to pass out again.   Totally unaware of whom ever this new master was, Ali realized he frankly didn’t care!<br/><br/>The dreams that touched Ali were dark as the muscles in his legs convulsed again and he straightened up face down on the floor.  He didn’t even realize that he had passed out, the dark heat flowing through his body as he was vaguely aware that the welts on his back were still bleeding and he wasn’t aware of much at all.  All that Ali was aware of was the dark fortune that had befallen him and then he growled.  He wouldn’t succumb to fear, really .. he wouldn’t.  However, Ali’s body wouldn’t keep up with his will.<br/><br/>Within a minute of being kicked, Ali knew nothing at all.  Consciousness having slipped away.