Haunted Wood seven devils in my house

a moment later she is pinned, and though she struggles fiercely, desperately for a moment, she knows she's beaten. and so she relaxes enough to listen when he speaks, though the blood pounding in her ears threatens to drown him out, and the heat of self-righteous anger makes it hard to keep still. when she can, she wiggles free to face him, panting, anger and shame heating her cheeks. she nods once, curtly, struggling to keep her composure but unwilling to scream, or yell, or anything else in front of him. unwilling to remain in his presence any longer, she turns quickly on her heel and head for her den to tend to her hurts and perhaps scream into the dirt.