Amy wouldn't deny that she was terrified—but she couldn't bring herself to really feel terrified. Not with the looming thought of Murdock and Face suffocating in the safe room and BA being electrocuted feet away on her mind. She felt hollow. She had struggled until her energy waned, hoping to just get to the oxygen switch, to save them, but it was in vain. The adrenaline from her "distraction" faded away, leaving her weak and numb from the constant and blood-stopping pressure on her wrists.
"All of that nonsense last night, just to get into my office. . ." Castellano leaned in closer to her and she gave him a side glare, "Was it worth it?" He was still gloating as the minutes ticked by, taking his time to ensure that Face and Murdock were dead.
His hand came up to her face, gripping her jaw while the other brought closer a small knife. He pressed it tightly against her cheek and Amy sucked in a breath as she felt the blade begin to cut into her. He leaned in to whisper, only inches from her face,
"By now their lungs should be empty and their bodies lifeless." He smiled into her ear, "So shall we begin before your body is added to the pile?"
Amy felt a hot tear escaping her eye, and Castellano reacted, "Oh, no need to cry, my dear—" He stopped himself and his head tilted a little, "I'm afraid I still don't know your real name. Let's start with that. What's your name, darling?" Biting her bottom lip in defiance, she only lasted a moment before her mouth opened involuntary to voice her pain as the knife slid a little down her cheek, drawing blood.
She glared at him, still unwilling to offer any answers. His eyes narrowed in response and he stood straight again, letting the pressure off of her face as he took a step back. She tried to get her breathing even and watched him hold up the knife and examine the blood that was on it as he spoke, "My dear, I've been playing games with you all night." He looked up at her again, "I have no more patience for games."
"Too bad." Amy continued to glare as he walked over to the door and whispered something to one of the guards posted outside, who then quickly left. Castellano waited for a few moments at the door, and issued another order to his other guard, who in turn started shouting orders to who Amy had to assume were the rest of security. "What are you going to do?" He smiled back to her from the doorway,
"Oh, I've got to get ready for your Leader to come back and rescue you, of course. Once he's taken care of, I just need a few details of who's and what's and where's from you before we're through." The first guard appeared at the door again, passing a black velvet bag to Castellano before standing guard again. The mob boss started walking towards them again, reaching into the bag as he set it on his desk. "You might not be eager to say anything now, but I have something that will make you a little more… lucid."
Amy saw what looked like a syringe in his palm, and she watched in terror as he carefully filled it from a small bottle of clear liquid. She found new strength to struggle against the large man holding her down but instead of making any kind of headway found the bodyguard's large foot squishing down on her high heeled toes, keeping her even more immobile.
"Come now, there's no need to be upset—you'll be much calmer in just a moment. You are not the only one with fancy tricks up your sleeve." Amy tried to wrestle her arm away from Castellano, but his free hand pressed down on her shoulder, keeping her in place as he expertly inserted the needle and emptied it into her vein. She shook her head as he let go of her, and she felt her strength and focus start to slip away as whatever was in the potent drug began to take immediate effect.
"You'll. . . You'll never get away with this." She let her head fall back against the chair as the Italian waved at the guard holding her down. She felt the pressure on her feet and wrists disappear, but she couldn't do more than wiggle her finger towards the door. "Hannibal will. . . Stop you." Her vision blurred a bit and she struggled to focus on Castellano as he neared her again, gently grabbing her chin and asking again,
"Now, what is your real name, darling?"
She didn't know why she had no strength to keep from answering, but she closed her eyes for a moment before whispering,
". . .Amy Allen." There was nothing else she could do except hope that Hannibal would arrive quickly enough to stop Castellano. Face fluttered through her mind, and she thought of her dead friends, tears now flowing freely with her limited control.
"Amy? What a lovely name." Vito picked up her limp hand in his and gave it a gentle kiss, "the pleasure is all mine."