"That's me in your head," she hissed at him. "That's all me. I got lots of it where that came from, seaweed dick. I can make you feel this way for the rest of your life! I can make you loathe yourself so much you fucking drown yourself every fucking day."
She stepped over to him, her footsteps sloshing in the water as she walked. "If you fuck with my family again, don't think I fucking won't. I can do this from afar, you piece of shit. I'm not kidding. I can fuck with your brain from anywhere in this fucking country!" She didn't really feel like putting that kind of effort into it, but this was more about freaking him out.
"And if you still come for me, I'll look up your fucking family and do it to them too. All you relics are on fucking Wikipedia, right? I'll drill self-hate right into their skulls. So you fucking repeat after me." She grabbed him by the hair then, her grip iron-fisted.