Nathan stared at the drawing for a few minutes. Then he looked up at Crystal, grabbed her by the collar, and shook her. "What is the meaning of this?" he shouted. "Is this because you are afraid that I won't let you go?!?!"
Crystal frowned. "Why do you always have to assume the worst?"
"Why wouldn't I?" Nathan shouted. "You have given me a portrait of myself with blood on it! What am I supposed to think? Is this some sort of threat? Are you trying to frighten me?"
Crystal flinched as Nathan tore the page out of the book and ripped it in half. Then he crumpled the two pieces into balls and threw them into her face. One hit her just above her right eye, and the other bounced off her forehead.
