"Why are you using that weak thing on him?"
"You know very well that if I used any real weapon on him, he'd crack in an instant."
"Oh, that's right. You're just doing this to have fun, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"I forgot. Or maybe I was only trying to. Whatever."
The voices slipped through Frank's ears, although he could barely register them. His mind spun, and he had been unconscious for most of his torture. But it never stopped, even though most of the different areas of his body had been destroyed far beyond recognition. At first, he thought he would die within minutes, but now he knew that Grayson had been keeping him alive on purpose, toying with him through all the pain.
He tried to open eyes and look around with blurred, shaky vision. Grayson and Madeleine stood in front of him.