“I guess you won’t be needing these any more, will you?”
“No, Mistress.”
“And this?”
“It’s my wallet, Mistress.”
She opened it up and pulled all my cash out of it.
“Seven hundred and forty-two dollars… here, Jenny, a finder’s fee,” she said with a laugh.
Next were my credit cards.
“You’ve got two credit cards and a debit card. What’s in your bank account?”
I didn’t speak.
“What’s in your checking account that this debit card goes to?” she asked with a snarl.
“About seven thousand dollars,” I whispered reluctantly.
“Nice. That’ll be easy enough to get out. What’s your pin number?”
I remained silent.
“How long do you think it will take me to make you talk? I bet by the time I yank your first fingernail out you’ll be begging to give me the numbers. So one last chance before I s
