What kind of people? What kind of vile fucking animals saw a woman beaten and chained and turned their backs?
A swell of rage rose in him, sweeping black across his expression – they let it happen, Christ, they didn't just walk away, they saw the monster and they let it run rampant, those evil fucks—
And once again, he found himself with an overpowering urge to punch something (someone, two someones, let 'em know what it feels like to be desperate and afraid and hurting and nobody about will lift a finger) and nothing around to hit.
He had to settle for a solid bout of cursing instead.