The crack of a broken bone whistled through the still air.
The click of her heels alerted the man to her arrival. She was worse than him, she who spoke in his lover's voice. Mind games, the man knew. Sick, twisted mind games. Through the shadowy fog he saw a pair of red high heels on shapely legs.
"If you tell me the code then I promise, this will all be over soon" she said. The man shook his head, laughed. That earned him another punch to the face. The man spat out a tooth.
"Listen here, little man. We will get that code. One way or another." She said, through gritted teeth. The man shook his head again, waited for the oncoming assault. "No, I think he's had enough of that. Let him stew for a while" she said aloud.
They left the man to his madness.