"Are you ready to talk?" He asked dropping a box of tools on the floor. Because she was lying down, the clutter they made sounded deafening. She added that to the list of transgressions she'd compiled. One by one, she would pay him back "I don't understand why you won't say anything. Why go through all this when you can end it with just a name? Give me something. Anything. I don't enjoy doing this, you know. Hurting women, no matter their race makes me sick. Let's end this"
Gail glared at him. It didn't matter where they went. Men were all the same. He went on and on about how he didn't enjoy torturing them but he wouldn't stop. If only she could partially shift. The bastard would be in hell, along with his kind. Since Beverly refused to tell him, she was going to do it. What could he do
