"What time is it?" She asked.
"5.30," Seth answered.
"Last time a man kept me up all night like this, he was fucking me real good," she said.
"Yeah, Eileen?" Roman gave her a cruel smile. "Randy gave it to you real good? You'll never feel his dick again."
"I'll fuck her," Dean suggested.
"No one's fucking anybody," Roman said.
"Shame," she chuckled.
Seth's fist came crashing down on her face again, this time hitting her mouth. She turned her head and spat out blood. Not that it mattered with all the other blood she had already spat out or that had run out of other places on her body. They had tortured her all night and she still hadn't given them what they wanted.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"7," Seth answered.
"Why the fuck do you keep worrying about the time?" Dean sneered.
"It's alright, Dean," Roman calmed him down. "Eileen here thinks it gives her some sort of weird advantage when all it does is telling her how long she's withstood the torture."
"Poor soul," Seth grabbed her sore jaw. "Just tell us where Randy is and it'll all stop."
"Fuck you," she said lowly.
"Wrong answer," Dean said.
He flew in with some quick fists spread out on her face and shoulders. She lost count. The man was too quick and too angry. It wasn't until Roman pulled him away forcefully that it stopped. She hung her head low. She only needed to withstand a little longer although it seemed like weeks in her mind with all the pain she was already in.
"What time is it?" She asked.
"Stop asking that!" Dean sneered.
"Around 8," Seth sighed.
"Around?" She looked at him.
"8.05 to be exact," he made a mocking face. "Happy now?"
She started laughing uncontrollably, the sound a weird contrast to all her screams and cries that had filled the room for hours. Roman stepped up to her with a knife in his hand. That knife had gone into her body many times during the night but he always made sure not to push it in too deep or anywhere on her body where she could actually bleed to death.
"What's so god damn funny?" He asked
"I did it," she said.
"Did what?" Seth asked.
"I did it," she repeated.
She turned her head to the ceiling as if she was looking up at the sky.
"I did it, Randy," she spoke to a man that wasn't even there. "I did it, baby. You're in the air right now. They'll never get you now."
She turned her head from the ceiling and looked at them.
"You'll never get him now!" She shouted with laughter. "I fucking did it! He got away!"
Roman roared with anger and pressed the knife into her thigh. She screamed in pain and watched as he pulled the knife back out. Her blood poured out with what looked like record speed.
"I did it," she whispered.
"Let her bleed to death," he said.