She winced in pain as he pulled her wrist down.

As the door slid closed behind me, I was finally able to pull my wrist away from him.

I tried to pull my wrist free, but the thing hung on for dear life.

She pulled my wrist closer to her body and me with it.

But over the last week, Ewing was still pulling his right wrist away from contact during drills at practice.

I stood up, pulling my wrist from his loose clasp.

I tried to pull my wrist out of the way.

Purely from reflex politeness I pulled my wrist back up.

I pulled my wrist from her suddenly loose grasp and said, "Pain helps."

She pulled her wrist away from the man's mouth, ready to defend him.