Eve frowned. The sound of warning bells in her head intensified. It was becoming clearer with every second that Victor wasn't in the rightest state of mind. She had never seen him to act as threateningly as now. The metaphorical thunderclouds hanging over his head were almost visible, and it looked like the lightning could appear from them at any moment.
"Get a hold of yourself!" Eve barked at him. In the past, Victor had always backed off when met with resistance; Eve hoped he would do it this time, too.
Victor did not, could not back off. It was too late for phrasing for his sanity—it has lost the fight already. He was filled with the urge to make Eve agree with him by force—a mental one, but a force nonetheless. The only thing he could do to stop himself from taking her free will away was to attempt to scare her into giving up on her own.
