The pain in her stomach would have doubled her up, had she been able to move. It sent shockwaves through her, resonating with the pain in her ribs, leg, head, and now her arm...<br/>Aisha had no freedom to move in this position. On her knees and bent backward, his hand firmly on her throat holding her easily down -all it would take would be a little more pressure, a little squeeze, and she would be unable to breath.<br/>She had to do something, though -she couldn't give up.<br/>The arm he had twisted so savagely wouldn't move correctly, but her other arm followed her instructions. Reaching up, she grabbed at his wrist, maybe she could loosen his grip on her throat. Maybe she could throw him off-balance enough that she could regain her feet. Maybe she could strike fast enough -maybe he wouldn't be able to block...<br/>There were a lot of maybes...