In Which She Was A Threat

He narrowed his eyes and scowled at Lisa as he dared her to defy his instruction. He was really angry.

Lisa took a big breath and puffed out her cheeks as a show of defiance, which caused John to raise an eyebrow and stare at her with a smirk on his face. The expression on John's face was one of amusement.

In an act of defiance, she went for a bottle of liquor, wrapped her arms so firmly around it that she was unable to bring herself to look up, and then focused her attention intently on John. John was the target of her ire. "Do you understand what I mean? I have absolutely no interest in carrying on a dialogue with you in any way, shape, or form. Your explanation, as well as anything else that you have planned to say, is totally pointless to me.

He addressed her in an authoritative manner, telling her, "Lisa, we'll talk about it in the morning." John found it funny that she looked like that just now, but it wasn't enough to lift his spirits or make him feel better about his situation. The skipper ordered everyone to get out of the way or he would toss them overboard.

When Lisa found out about it, she immediately burst into tears and fled off into the hallways of the building.

While John stood on the deck, he did not change the expression that was on his face. It appeared as though he were waiting after the storm had subsided.

When he first started, it was nothing out of the ordinary for him to make a woman cry. He was so forthright for his own advantage, and that's without even addressing the fact that he was scary and extremely harsh; in fact, some of his female troops cried as a result of his hard training in the past. He was only being direct for his own profit. It was for his personal benefit that he was so direct.

After he succeeded in making Lisa weep, he began to feel terrible about the things he had done. Even though he knew it wouldn't be fair to either of them, a part of him wanted to call her back and let her dance until her heart was satisfied. But he also knew that it wasn't the right thing to do.

It seemed as though he was perplexed. John couldn't understand why his thoughts were going in such a frustrating path at the moment. The injustice that had been done to him drove him completely insane with hatred.

As if he had completely forgotten that she had earlier provided him with a moment of peaceful sleep, he thought to himself, "Bringing that girl onboard was the greatest mistake of my life." He thought this as if he had completely forgotten that she had earlier provided him with a moment of peaceful sleep. He was thinking to himself, "Bringing that girl onboard was the worst mistake of my life," and so the sentence continues:

John was already back in his room when he finally registered what had transpired, but it was too late for him to change his mind. Because he was so enraged, he slammed his hand repeatedly against the solid wooden door that led into the hallway outside of his room, causing blood to ooze from his palm. He didn't appear to be bothered in the least by the fact that the splinters had made holes in his flesh.

John gave a cursory glance at the hand he was holding and immediately felt the need to make fun of himself. Was he already in such poor condition that the most basic of movements, such as opening a door, could cause him such a significant injury?

Instantaneously, he was overtaken with sentiments of helplessness and despair. He did not stop striking, and the movement in his chest gave the impression that he was exhaling flames. He craved the satisfaction of seeing another person suffer as a direct result of his actions toward them.

"Why? I don't understand why occurrences like this keep happening to me. He did so with his hands, which were the color of blood, entangled in his snow-white hair while he spoke. According to the legend, John gritted his teeth tightly together and let out a piercing scream at the same time.

He responded with a "No" while maintaining an upright posture and pressing his fingers firmly against the four corners of his wheelchair. 

He closed his eyes for a brief period of time but then reopened them practically quickly afterward.

He utilized a wheelchair in order to get around in his environment. 

John was on the edge of opening the door and leaving, but it was unknown where he would go after he exited the building.