His grip tightened on the collar, cutting off the man's air slightly.
"Just because I show you basic courtesy and call you my elder, you bastards think you can dance on my head? Think you can disrespect MY household? MY wife?"
He glanced over at Heena's reddened cheek, visible now with her veil displaced, and his expression became even more dangerous.
"How DARE you touch her. How DARE you strike her."
His voice dropped to something barely above a whisper—which somehow made it more terrifying than if he'd shouted.
"Even 'I' have never dared to touch her in anger or raise my voice at her. And YOU—"
Samuel grabbed his uncle's head with one hand and—
'SLAM!'
—smashed it directly into the nearby wall.
The sound of skull meeting solid wood echoed through the suddenly silent room.
The uncle made a choked, gasping sound.
Samuel pulled him back and slammed his head into the wall again.
'SLAM!'
"You."
'SLAM!'
"Dare."
'SLAM!'
"Hit."
'SLAM!'
"My."
'SLAM!'
"WIFE?!"
