I touch my stinging cheek. He leans on the table, "Now like I was saying, where is it little princess?" I look him dead in the eye. "I don't know what you're talking about," I say fiercely. The bandit laughs haughtily, "Ah so we have a good liar on our hands," He then turns around and grabs the dagger. He comes closer and presses it against my hand, "Try again princess,"<br/><br/>"I'm telling you there's no crystal, what does it look like, I suppose I could..." He makes a little cut on my hand, blood drips slowly on the table. "That's not what your little granny told us," He said. I spit on his face, he slaps me again. I look behind me, wondering where the Maya was. I hope he is ok. "Alright, do we need a bigger tool?" He asks and grabs the whip.