When Vanya woke up, she didn't open her eyes immediately. Possibly this was because she wasn't quite sure if she was awake due to the fuzziness of her mind. What she did know, however, was;

"God my head hurts," Vanya mumbled to herself.

"Really?" asked Jennifer, interested, "I mean, yeah usually the head does hurt, that's usually where I smack them with something or I've put something in their drink so they get a huuuuuuuge headache. I got you in the neck so I thought it would be different though."

Her eyes wrenched themselves open. Jennifer was sitting on a table across from Vanya, legs crossed and smoking a cigarette. She bore an artificial, cheap smile and the look in her eyes was playful.

"So, I'm guessing that wasn't just a really bizarre dream then," Vanya said slowly.

"Nope," she answered cheerfully, extinguishing the cigarette and sliding down the table, "I've heard that one a lot too, believe me."

"Wait a minute," Vanya said, still trying to blink her mind back in order, "You've done this before?"

"Oh, you don't even know what I'm going to do," said Jennifer, sticking out her bottom lip.

"I can guess," Vanya replied drily, flickering her eyes around the room to see the scalpels and video recording material, "So answer the fucking question."

"Bad language," frowned Jennifer, "Is that bravado?"

It was. Vanya had never been in a situation like this before and she was finding that her mouth was running itself.

"I asked you first."

"Nice one. And I've done this, ohhh tons of times," she said, turning her back to Vanya and examining a tray she'd put on the table.

"Let me get this straight," Vanya said, trying to draw herself up but finding her body unusually uncooperative, "You just randomly kidnap girls-"

"Not just girls," corrected Jennifer, "and not just randomly. I'm not sexist you know. I do it to guys too. The ones that have been cheating on me, the ones that I suspect of cheating on me, things like that. Girls is only if they know something I want to know or if they've been making eyes at my man. You know how it is."

"Actually I have no fucking clue."

Jennifer sighed and turned around.

"I mistook you for one of the smarter ones," she said, "You really should've told me what I wanted back at the bar. Then I wouldn't have to do this."

She stopped for a minute.

"Actually I probably would've anyway," she said, "I mean I've never been able to use the fancy drugs before."

"Surprised you haven't been committed yet."

"Oh, I manage to hush up my victims fairly well," Jennifer said cheerfully, "See the big plastic tub in the corner?"

"Yeah," said Vanya, struggling to remain calm.

"It's full of an acid called…called…well, I can't pronounce it," she said, "But it dissolves bodies and that generally does the trick after I'm done. I mean, nothing left right?"

"You really do your research."

"Oh, oh yes I do!" she said proudly, "And even if someone does trace it back to me can you really imagine the police believing I committed a crime?

She turned, pushed out her lower lip, and made her eyes go big.

"See?" she asked, her face turning to normal before returning to the table, "Now we can do this the hard way-"

Jennifer turned around with a couple of nails and a hammer in one hand.

"-or the easy way," she said, brandishing a gun with the other hand.

Taking a few steps closer she smiled again.

"Hard way involves you staying quiet, hah, I tell a lie because you'll be screaming soon enough, and then me taking these here nails and driving them through your collarbones," she said, "I'll see what I feel like after that, and eventually you go in the acid. The easy way involves you telling me everything, then me being the merciful and wonderful person I am, putting a bullet through your brain and then in the acid. So, which way?"

There was a moment's pause as Vanya considered her options.

"Can I ask you one thing beforehand?" she said.

"Just one," replied Jennifer sweetly.

"Were you in love with him?"

The question apparently took Jennifer by shock. It hadn't been an easy question for Vanya to ask, but she was trying to understand and to, of course, stall.

"That's a really silly question," said Jennifer, "Of course not. I mean handsome, yeah and all, but it was just kinda exotic. Then he ditched me and it was humiliating! Can you imagine being broken up with in a public place!"

Vanya's eyes closed and she gritted her teeth. Yeah, she might not be able to move and she was most likely in for a shitload of pain. . However, the psycho bitch was long past due on getting the trash talk of her fucking life.

"You know nothing about humiliation," she said, "You know nothing about anything, do you? You're just a selfish bitch who wants to have her cake and eat it too only her cake doesn't really belong to her. Hell, she doesn't even want the fucking cake. You need help, you need a lot of help but I hope you don't get any. I hope you go to prison for life and get the shit kicked out of you by someone. I mean, are you for real? Are you even a person? Or are you just the Torturer Barbie Deluxe kit?"

Jennifer's jaw tightened. With great care she laid the gun on the table.

"We could've done this easily."

"I fucking doubt that," she spat, "You'd probably just torture me after I told you you deranged psycho bitch."

"Yeah, probably."