His drive to do something overwhelmed him, his pounding heart and the shaky feeling in his stomach driving him to action. He clenched his fists to slam a punch into the offending officer’s face, even knowing in his rational mind that it was impossible. Anger driven by hurt and fear knew no reason. The already painfully tight handcuffs seared his wrists as he momentarily struggled to bring his fist up, and Mal gulped, fighting back his panic and anger with every fiber of his being and losing. But with metal shackles holding his arms tightly in position, all that the two guards saw was a man in pain.
-- The Losing Side, chapter 22, part 1 of 2 by jetflair