41 She yanked the knife out of his leg and jabbed it into his arm.

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She yanked the knife out of his leg and jabbed it into his arm. He yelped yet again. She gave him another moment to speak before swiftly taking the blade from his arm and stabbing him in both legs before letting it lodge into his other arm.

“Ready to talk Bonjovavich?” she said smiling, taking pleasure in every moment.

He just sat there bound in the chair, blood-soaked and silent. She waited more. With still no response, she took the knife and slid it through the chair into the very center of his back.

“If I were to push this knife but another inch, Bonjovavich, you would be paralyzed from the waist down. I advise you talk.” Her smile widened and she paced around to look him in the eyes.

He finally looked up and said his first words in over an hour, “Bite me.” As he did, he shifted his weight and kicked off the floor. The chair toppled over backward and the force of the knife hitting the floor tore apart his spinal cord killing him almost instantly.

Her smile faded to a look of disgust and she lit up a cigarette. “Send in the next one,” she said grimacing, “and have someone clean up this mess before it starts to smell.”