My eyes shut tightly and I wince, followed by a bodily shudder, as the point of your elbow jabs into my ribs, and then your other one, stabbing into me with all the fury of a wounded animal. I continue to press your head forward, pushing your throat into my forearm, doing meaningless mental calculations as to whether you will pass out from the choke before you force me to release the holds. Uuungh! Another elbow into my ribcage, and my eyes well up?-once again, I know that I do not have the strength to defeat you, at least right now, and with a guttural shriek I give one final push of your head into my forearm, and then release my arms, freeing your neck, and I slide my hands down, over your muscled shoulders and flexed, slick biceps, down the sweaty, dirty flesh to your wrists, where I try to clamp down, stopping the attack to my ribs. My ankles loosen as well, for the first time in many minutes stopping the incessant pulsing into your ribs, and I dig my heels into the dirt floor, bending my knees and then pushing, heaving my body backwards, dragging my ass and back along the hard soil.
The insides of my thighs slide up your body, from your ribs to your chest, and as I move, I bring your arms with me, gripping your wrists as tightly as I can, your arms stretched out to the sides, and over, your head, like at 10 and 2 o?clock. My thighs rest on the floor, framing your face, and before you get your bearings, I try what will probably be my final piece of offense. My right foot slides over to the top of your head, toes tangling in your damp hair, and I try to lift your head up and forward as my left leg snakes around your neck, inner thigh pressing into your cheek, my calf muscle pushing into your throat, and then I bend my left knee closed, tightening it around your neck, my right foot sliding from you hair and trying to cross over my left ankle to lock it in if I can, hands still clamping onto your wrists. yt
