Gritting her teeth, Ava started moving the handcuff slowly back and forth over her wrist. At first, the motion was very slow as the cuff scrapped over her raw skin that was now red, but later, she stopped going back. She just kept pushing it up her wrist.
Ava almost screamed from the searing pain. Her face reddened from holding back her scream and her tears that stung her eyes, but she refused to stop. Instead, she let the tears slip through the sides of her cheeks as she looked at the ceiling.
Blood began to mix with the saliva on her wrist. The slick mixture made it easier for her to push the cuff, but it didn't lessen the pain one bit. It was so unbearable. It burned like fire and felt as if her bones were breaking as she forced the cuff over her thumb.