Thanks for the input!
Here's what I consider to be his most violent scene:
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Jessie looked up in fear at her husband as he delivered another blow to her face. She looked above the arm she was shielding her face with. Steve grabbed it forcefully and dislocated her shoulder. "No wife of mine is going to hide." Steve jerked Jessie up. "You deserve this, Jessie, now be an adult about it and take it."
Jessie whimpered and clutched her dislocated shoulder. She looked at her husband's already bloody fist as it reared back and soared toward her, giving her a bloody nose. "Stop, Steve..." Jessie whispered. "Please, please stop."
Wham. Wham. Two hits for two requests. Jessie tried her hardest to crawl away with one arm, not having the energy to get up and walk away. Her husband swiftly took hold of the back of her grey tee shirt collar. With a yelp, Jessie was pulled to her feet, her knees buckling. "You know, Jessie," Steve smiled cruelly. "I would've expected more from you, you being a former U.S. Army sergeant and all...suck it up and take a little beating." He threw Jessie against the wall, then walked over to her, kicking her in the stomach. She looked up at him weakly, her face covered in blood.
"Steve, I..." she wheezed, blood spilling from her mouth and down her shirt. "I just...I got busy...Syd had soccer practice...and...and day care was the only place..."
"He is my son, not yours." Steve glared. "I will instruct you on how my son is to be raised. You should be damn happy for the privilege to be around him, instead of taking care of that Jew every day." He paused. "It's the Jew's fault, is it?"
Jessie tensed.
"Well, that answers that." Steve smirked and led Jessie to Syd's bedroom, the both of them eyeing (Jessie in fear and Steve in malice) Syd's asthma inhaler. "Can she survive without that?"
"I doubt it," Jessie answered meekly, lacking the courage at that particular moment to lie to him.
"Excellent." He looked down at the sleeping child. "JEW! Get up!"
Syd's great green eyes snapped open and she jerked up, dressed in her blue tank-top and shorts that served as pajamas. "Y-yes, sir." She whispered.
"Get downstairs right now." Steve ordered as he tossed the inhaler up in the air, catching it perfectly every time.
"Yes sir," Syd mumbled, putting on her slippers and scrambling downstairs, Jessie placidly (as any reaction would mean the two womens' death) following her and Steve angrily trailing the both of them.
Jessie and Syd sat down on the living room couch, and Jessie noticed that all-too-familiar and all-too-terrifying wheezing sound: Syd was having trouble breathing. "Steve, she needs her inhaler." Jessie said, rubbing the child on the back gently to calm her - perhaps that would help in the meantime.
"Aww, does she?" Steve mock-pouted as he set the inhaler on the fireplace mantle, stabbing the fresh logs with the poker.
"What are you going to do?" Jessie asked fearfully, looking at the fireplace. "You're not going to throw Syd in there, are you?"
This only made matters worse. Syd looked at her aunt as she spoke, and her chest tightened.
"Not quite that, dear," Steve smiled. "Not yet, anyway." When he was satisfied with the fire's volume, he took the lifesaving tool and threw it into the flames, which sizzled with the addition of the aerosol object.
"NO!" Jessie cried hysterically. "Steve, she'll die! You can't - don't let her die! Please, God, save her! Save her!"
All the while, Syd was turning ghostly white. "Ann Jussie," She wheezed.
"Hold on, baby, hold on, sweetie." Jessie whispered and left the writhing, wretched one with her devil uncle. She entered the kitchen, hurriedly fumbling through drawers and cabinets. Where was the emergency inhaler? Syd was out for the summer, so her in-school inhaler had been taken home with her on the last day of school. Jessie rushed to the ailing one, sticking the inhaler in her mouth and depressing the top, releasing the precious medicine and saving her niece.
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(can a mod move this to SYW please?

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