He was furious.  He'd just committed<em>murder</em>for this girl and she was this ungrateful?  "You little whore.  You think I won't?"  He walked over her and untied the slipknot holding her neck.  "She's yours.  I promise no harm to anyone who has her."  He says to no one in particular.  He fumes for a moment, standing over the girl before he figures out who to take out his anger on.<br/><br/>"Mother.  Get your harlot ass over here!"  He yells loud enough to ring through the house.