As Sandra kept clamoring to see Quennel, the two men in black suits ignored her, continuing to press for the information they wanted.
“If you don't come clean, you can prepare to die here. We’ll give you one last chance. Tell us, are there any other backups?”
With that, one of the men brought a whip down hard across her body, giving her no time to hesitate and no longer tolerating her shouting.
In the instant the whip struck, Sandra’s world spun, and everything went black. For a moment, she felt like she was standing at death's door.
The crack of the whip echoed in the room for a long time before finally fading.
After a while, the pain became so intense that cold sweat beaded on Sandra's forehead. She looked down at her skin and saw that the whip had torn it open. Warm, red blood was seeping out.
“Aaargh!”
The delayed wave of agony washed over her entire body. She threw her head back and screamed, a wild release of pain that lasted for a full minute before her cries finally subsided.
“So, you feel it now. It’s not too late. I’ll give you one more chance. If you don’t talk, I’ll keep whipping you. Either you die, or you answer. Make your choice. I’m not like the other people you’ve dealt with. I do what I say I’m going to do. If you don’t believe me, I can keep going.”
The man said, brandishing the whip in his hand.
“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”
Sandra looked at the man and knew with chilling certainty that he was unlike anyone she had ever met.
He was heartless. He meant what he said. Another lash, and she might actually die, never seeing tomorrow.

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