Shane walks over to Sam, looks her in the eye and says one simple word, “Payback.”

Shane goes and sits down and Jaycee squats back down in front of Sam.

“I’m going to ask you some questions, to help me figure out what kind of pain will be inflicted on you tonight. I only ask things once. If you don’t give me an answer or you lie to me, I will put the tape back on and hurt you, okay?”

“Ye…yes…”

“Good. Now Sam, a little birdie tells me that you like to beat on helpless women… Why?”

“I don’t hit women! I swear to god I don’t hit women!”

“I’ve been doing this job for a long time Sam, and the one thing that never changes, is that my sources never lie. This is strike one…” Jaycee motions to Shane to grab the tape as she takes out the garden shears.

Shane makes her way behind Sam and tapes her mouth closed again.

“I told you not to lie to me, but you did it anyway. You don’t believe I follow though with what I said or something.”

Sam tries to yell, but yet again, it’s muffled. She tries to plea with her eyes, but has no effect; Jaycee keeps coming closer.

Slipping Sam’s right thumb in between the two blades; Jaycee looks into Sam’s eyes and smiles through the mouth hole in her mask. The sound of bone snapping and blood squirting could be heard throughout the room. Sam’s muffled screams, turned into loud crying. With a river of blood forming on the arm of the chair, waterfalling to the floor and pooling; Jaycee took out her lighter, burning a section of her pocketknife, until it turned bright red and push the flat side against Sam’s wound stopping the bleeding.

“Alright, well since I know I can’t believe anything that comes out of your mouth, I’ll just do whatever I think fits the circumstance. With that said, I’ve got only one more question for you.” Jaycee walks over to Sam and cuts a slit in the tape so she can talk. “How well do you deal with pain?”