"And lift your bra," The Being commented.
The girl quickly readjusted her undergarment.  "Please, father?"  the girl asked.
The Being let his prisoner slide down the wall until his feet touched the ground but didn't let go of his throat.  "Will you behave yourself?" he asked.  "Will you obey her and do what she tells you to do?"
"Yes!"  Philip gasped, "Yes!  Anything you ask, I promise.  We'll never bother her again!  Whatever she tells me to do I'll do it."
The Being let go of his throat, and got even closer to his face.  "Do you have any idea," he hissed, "what will happen to you if you BREAK that promise and I have to COME BACK?"
The young man could only nod in answer.  The others were now on their feet and staring in disbelief.
"The rest of you," The Being snapped, "are under the same obligation. If I hear from my daughter ANY of you are giving her any trouble I'll be back and you'll wish you were in hell!"
He looked towards the girl. "Don't you let him do anything for at least a year!"
"Yes, father!"  the girl answered.
"Come, Ax Man!" The Being snapped.  He spread his wings and rose skyward.  The man in armmor spun his great ax, threw it skyward, and was pulled after it.  Philip and the others  now looked at the young woman in their midst.
"You!" she snapped, "Give me your jacket!"
The boy quickly obliged.  "Now, take me home!" she ordered.  "I'll get in contact with you later to give you some instruction.  Until then, stay out of trouble!"
They dropped her off at her house.  Her mother greeted her warmly.
"NOW what do we do?"  one of the boys asked.
Philip looked at him and smiled.  "Whatever she tells us to!"  he answered. "I don't want to EVER see her father again!  Do you?"
The boys looked at him and all shook their heads.  None of them ever wanted to see whatever that was again...EVER!