No!

The tear stained face of the angel gasped for air as her windpipe was working again. She was vaguely aware that the beating had stopped and something pushed her right foot in the correct spot. On instinct alone she'd managed to push against the floor with her toes, and pull with her hand, loosening the deathly vice around her neck.

To poor Erin it seemed like she was **** for an eternity, though if she had the presence of mind, she'd know it was only a few seconds. As she kept breathing sweet air, her mind finally returned to her present predicament only to realise that the beating had stopped because one of the midgets was busy using a box cutter to slice her clothes off.

She heard sounds of boxes being dragged around, and as always the ever present giggling of the Joker mini-mes dressed midgets.