I squirmed and kicked this time trying to scratch him. I didn't play nice I tried to hurt every inch of him I could reach. Even once the manacles were on I tried to kick him, squirm away, and run. He was bigger then me unless I was lucky, extremely lucky I wouldn't get away but it was just the act of fighting that proved I had no intention of playing nice today.<br/><br/>I wasn't lucky, He had my back pressed against the wall far too soon for my taste. I glare at him and kicked out at him defiant even as he had my hands bound behind my back. My hair was a mess around my face, my breathing ragged and uneven, and my heart racing.