When we took off, I sat in the back of the hold with him.
She put some kind of hold on me, he thought.
Just what kind of hold did she have on him?
What kind of hold did she want him to have?
A door high up the front wall of the hold opened.
What kind of hold did this girl have over him?
This section of the hold didn't seem to be full.
What kind of hold does your mother have over you anyway?
She started and almost immediately tried to break free of his hold.
That fear of her hold over him was only growing.
