When Vance heard the woman move away from the door he turned his full attention back to the girl with a calculating look. “I wonder if a little pain would hurry along your need for another fix,” he said, taking his blade from his boot. “A whore like you should be used to being hurt, so I suspect I’ll have to inflict a good deal of it. What do you think?”
She watched as he circled the point around one dark nipple, her eyes brimming with tears and terror.
“Are you willing to talk to me?” he asked, putting some pressure on the blade.
It took her a minute and a bit of blood as he pierced her skin before she nodded.
“Good. One word, one sound out of you other than to tell me what I want to know and you’ll be looking for another job because no one will want to look at you.” He touched the tip of the blade to her cheek. “Understand?”
When she nodded he removed the gag. “Talk,” he said coldly.