Aria gasped for breath as his hands squeezed around her throat and her own hands quickly went up to his to try and pry them away. The breath in her lungs were now gone and her eyes were starting to drift back into her head until she suddenly hit the wall, falling to the ground gasping for more air. A few more breaths later and she tried to sit up but her back was in to much pain so all she could manage to do was to roll over onto her back.<br/><br/>The door was closed and she assumed that she was safe from him for awhile but when he opened the door only seconds after that thought she began to well up with fear. She saw the knife as he placed it in his belt and despite everything she thought she tried to appologize, hoping that it would calm him down...though just the look in his eyes she knew that was impossible.<br/><br/>When she saw his hands reaching for her she cringed, expecting a some kind of hit but was stunned, not to mention scared as hell, when he tore her shirt off. Though she still had on a very light tank top, not to mention her bra, this didn't scare her nearly as much as the site of the knife he now held while he bent over her. She started to squirm away and trying to get distance between her and him. Again she tried to ask him to stop and even that she was sorry, despite the fact that she knew she was lying. That was when she noticed the blood on his shirt and realized she had got his stomach and made a note to aim for that spot if she needed to.