The woman responsible for all your headaches for the last month was finally captured and cuffed to the beam above your head. Her feet barely touching the ground

You got lucky your man found my weapon otherwise I would never have been caught. You and all your men are jokes.

I am not the one who got caught and cuffed up like a pathetic dog. You are no prize yourself, but at least you made the right choice in following your heart. Now tell me what I want to know before it's too late for both of us.

I'm sure you think that, but remember I don't plan on letting anyone leave this room alive once I get what I want. Now talk or face the consequences.

The consequences are up to me and they're going to hurt. Badly. You think you can handle it? Or would you rather talk now and save us both some pain?

Fine then. If you're going to be difficult about it... She takes a few steps back and bends her legs slightly, getting into a boxer's stance Let the games begin.

Hits hard and fast, throwing a flurry of punches at you in quick succession. Each one aimed directly at your exposed ribs, hoping to force the information out of you through pain compliance. She's not giving up easily, determined to get what she wants.

You think so? You've been through worse, I'm sure. Or maybe you just enjoy the pain. It won't matter either way. I will break you, one bone at a time if I have to. Now tell me what I want to know!

I want to know where the rest of my men are. And I want to know what your group plans on doing next. Now tell me before it's too late for you and your pathetic excuse for a life.