As he gripped her shoulder she cringed in pain, holding back the whimper that wanted to come out. After the first hit she closed her eyes, keeping them shut until after the last hit. Though she may have been able to hold back the screams she failed at being able to hold back her tears from the pain. Once he stopped she took a deep breath of air in through her nose, finally able to breath as normal as she could.<br/><br/>As she felt his hands on her knees again she tried, with what little strength she had left, to stop him from succeeding in what he was trying to do. The more she fought, the weaker she felt herself getting.