His voice booms in anger, "You fucking whore! How dare you? Who is he? Who is he?"

I'm confused as hell. What does he mean, 'who is he'?

"Who fucking marked you?" he asks with anger, his aura filling the room.

"You are mine, and no one dares claim you as his. Who is he?" he demands again, his gaze piercing into mine.

I fidget nervously, terrified of what he might do to me. In swift seconds, he chokes my neck with his hand, lifts me, and slams my back against the wall. I hissed in pain, feeling trapped and helpless.

He growls in anger, his frustration palpable. "It seems...