There is no escape now for Georg. The man on top of him holds tight, the struggles only coaxing a little laugh

"Well, now, you should be thankful you got to say good night to him one last time, then. And maybe, just maybe, he'll grow up knowing better than to let just anyone in." Repositioning the man's wrists so that they are close enough together he can hold both of them with one hand. Once he's done this, he traces his hands around Georg's throat, brushing his long, dark hair clear of his neck. Making very, very clear his intent.

"If I wait for a clap of thunder, do you think he'll still hear you screaming?"