Paula's high-pitched screams of terrified desperation echoed off the stone walls as the hit man thrust the knife deep into her
lower abdomen and began to slice her open.
It had been late when she got home. She'd parked her car in the parking garage across the street for her apartment building and been waiting for the elevator when suddenly she'd been grabbed from behind. And before she could scream she felt a sharp pain in the side of her neck as her abductor injected a syringe full of powerful sedatives directly into her bloodstream.
Paula awoke to discover herself bound tightly against a wooden support column in what seemed to be an old abandoned mine. The side of her left cheek throbbing in pain from where the man she assumed was her abductor had just slapped her across the face to awaken her. She wasn't sure what she found more terrifying, the fact they were both naked or the ominous looking stack of long shiny steel needles lying on the table.
Noticing the sudden look of fear in Paula's eyes as she began to comprehend the true horror of her perilous situation, the hit man smiled. "Paula, assuming that really is your name we know you're a federal agent working undercover to bust up our casino based money laundering operations here in Vegas."
Shocked, Paula asked, "How did you find out about me?" And as the full and terrifying implications of what he'd just said sank in, "Does Tony know?"
"I'm sure you've heard about all the corruption problems the new administration in Washington is having with its executive appointments? Well, with this new Democrat administration in Washington, the corruption goes all the way to the top."
The hit man laughed, "And, of course Tony knows. Did you really think I'd have kidnapped the boss's favorite fuck toy without his direct orders? You should have seen the look on his face when he learned the truth. Who'd have thought, the president of the United States himself taking time out of his busy day to personally call a mobster like Tony? I guess he really is going to keep his promise to bring change to Washington."
So, you have a choice to make. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it's your choice. But make no mistake, either way you are going to tell me everything you've told the government." Picking up one of the incredibly sharp looking steel needles, the hit man eyed Paula's breasts darkly as he continued, "It's just a matter of how much pain you're willing to endure before answering."
Knowing full well they'd never let her live, Paula replied, "When you see him, tell Tony that he can go straight to hell!"
The hit man was impressed, Paula had refused to answer his questions for almost three hours but in his line of work it paid to be both patient and resourceful. In his experience, most woman break before the third needle and he'd heard from the old Sicilian who'd long ago trained him in the dark art of interrogation that it was almost unheard of for a woman to last beyond the fourth needle. But Paula had taken five and only broken when he'd picked up the sixth needle.
Made from the leaves of a plant known to grow only on the west coast of Sicily and passed down through the ages by the Sicilian mafia's master interrogators, the poison that coated the slender needles he'd inserted into Paula's tender flesh, while not fatal, caused unrelenting agony. Inserted at thirty minute intervals to allow the poison time to begin to dissolve and spread into the surrounding tissues, he'd followed the time proven formula of starting with the woman's nipples followed by three additional needles inserted through her navel. It was only when he explained that the next needle would go into her clitoris that she'd finally broken.
Switching off the recorder, the hit man shook his head. Tony had been right to be worried. Thanks to this traitorous little bitch the feds knew just about every detail concerning Tony's operations in Vegas, the casinos, the money laundering, even the drugs and white slavery trade. Hell, they even knew about Tony's weakness when it came to long legged, big breasted babes with Italian accents, which went a long way to explaining how Paula had been so successful at getting so much information out of Tony.
Still, the hit man had to admire Tony's well earned reputation for sending sadistically brutal messages to his enemies. He'd been given explicit orders concerning Paula's well earned fate, "After you make that traitorous bitch tell you everything the feds know about my operations, spill her guts. Oh, and be sure to use a bucket. The local Attorney General recently installed a new swimming pool, so after you've dumped Paula's body in a shallow grave somewhere out in the desert, be sure to dump her guts in his pool..."