Seeing Byron's face that close, and having him grab her arms like that made Lianne angry beyond belief. Instead of answering his question, she lifted up her knee and hit him where it hurts.
Byron shouted in pain and let her go as he fell down to his knees, clutching his family jewels with one hand. Despite the intense pain that didn't allow him to stand nor think properly, he was still able to grip Lianne's sleeve.
Lianne looked at that hand of his that was holding onto her sleeve in a vice grip and frowned. Her sleeve was getting wrinkled badly. On the plus side, he hadn't grabbed her wrist - she shuddered to think what her wrist would look like if he did.
She tried to free her sleeve from his death grip, but to no avail. Her sleeve was caught in his tightly clenched fist and she couldn't get free.
