15 Hours Missing

I thought I might update you on your hubby's condition. He hasn't had much of an appetite since we snagged him last night. He hasn't even made a peep.

Yet.

I promise you I'll make him scream. In agonizing pain. He'll beg for mercy. He'll beg me to make the pain stop, but I won't. I can't. Only you make this torture stop.

Pay me my money.

Or haven't I made my point yet?