They were both awake now, and it was time to begin. Thomas walked over to Claire.<br/><br/>"Aw...poor ittle Clairey is having an ittle cry." He slapped her hard across her left cheek. "You didn't fucking cry when you stole my fucking money, did ya, bitch?" He slapped her right cheek even harder. "You're both gonna do a lot of crying. It's time for some fucking payback. I'm gonna have some fun with you two lovebirds."<br/><br/>He went over to his tools. He lit his blowtorch. Then he got a pair of pliers, and picked up a big long sewing needle with them. He started heating up the needle in the flame of the blowtorch. It was beginning to glow red.<br/><br/>"So my lovely couple: Which of you two pieces of fucking scum wants to be tortured first?"