God help the pirate, Regina was angry. She was so angry it pinged off the corners of the room like those fireballs, washing everything in a sea of red. That was all she saw. That was all she knew. A few hours ago she had been on a ship with Hook and he was taking her to her son, along with the rest of Henry's family. Now? He was drunk and looking to screw some girl who didn't even matter. What had happened to him?
"Do you realize," she roared at him, knocking him back with a violent telekinetic shove as he came toward her. It was hard enough for him to slam against the wall, rattling whatever was hanging there, maybe even crack the plaster. She had a telekinetic hold on him and his body was a ragdoll - so she did it a few times, over and over again until she was sure he was fucking bruised. "That we are in some madman's playhouse? That we've been taken against our will - "
Wow, deja vu much? But Regina wasn't supposed to be the one experiencing the effects of being the kidnapped as opposed to the kidnapper.
"And left here, forced to give up our lives? And what do you do?" she demanded, giving him another slam for good measure. "You prance about like some useless whore!" Or maybe the useless whores were the ones he 'got with' - the jury was still out there. "I want my son. I. Want. My. Son."
Each word was punctuated with another telekinetic slam - hell, she actually wasn't finished yet.