Claire rose to her knees, her fists tightly clenched by her sides. The bottled-up misery of the past hour had reached its breaking point, and shouted, "I will be damned if I’ll have you, you bullying swine! Do you think you can order me to your bed? Use me like a whore whenever it suits you? Well, you can’t, you fucking bastard! If you do that, you’ll be no better than your precious Captain Randall!"