Mark turned slowly around on the spot, at a complete loss for words. He felt a sudden anger surge through him, and felt his fingertips begin to tingle with a strong, fiery force. The only thing we wanted to do at that moment was to crease this girl's stubborn face with pain and regret. His palm thrust forward suddenly, as though powered by an outside force, and Victoria flew backward violently into the air. Mark heard the other girls gasp, but kept his connection firm, and eased Victoria's motionless body higher. He turned her over until she was facing the floor, and in a flick of the wrist, had drawn a butcher knife from the kitchen counter and laid its butt against the floor, so that the blade protruded upward at the girl's helpless body. With a long, shaky breath, he calmed his hammering heart and spoke.
"If you want my help, you won't say that again."
And with a twist of his palm, the knife skittered across the floor just as Victoria fell, landing in a huddle on the floor.