House of pain? Mocking laughter. She is beautiful. Yes. Almost as beautiful as I. But she is not for you.
The woman tucked a child in for the night. Her slightest movement bespoke grace.
I . . . There was an I, suddenly. NO! Not for you! She is mine!
Nothing is yours but what I give you. And I give you pain. This is the house of pain. No! Whatever you are . . . GO!