Her flesh.
The scream tore from her throat before the pain really took hold, before it became so bad she thrashed helplessly against it, desperate for it to stop. But she was shackled, restrained by unseen bindings around her ankles and wrists that held her in place. Her scream went on and on, just like the pain did.
The flexed fist that cracked hard across her cheekbone stopped it short.
“Shut the f**k up or say good-bye to your tongue, you stupid b***h!” The second voice, hissing and spitting into her ear.
She fell into dazed, agonized silence. The thumping heart grew nearer, and nearer still.
“Now,” the voice began again, this time in a reasonable tone, “I’m going to ask you one more time. And this time, I suggest you tell me what I want to know.”
She turned her head toward the vo
