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The lights slowly began to flicker on. Perez was somehow upright, in a matter of speaking. He was sitting, but his back was jammed right up against the bed's iron frame. Perez found his arms were tightly restrained, and with a bit of a nudge, he realized he was wrist-bound to one of the bed's wheel assemblies with a towel. His vision seemed lopsided, one side of his face feeling larger and hotter than the other. Had he been able to reach up and touch his face, he would have realized his left eye was marked by a massive shiner just beneath it that slowly began to close his eye. Perez shifted his sore jaw around, relived to find it was in one piece and that his teeth were still in place.

"Good, you're up."

Perez's ears perked up. Edith's voice had taken on a much different tone than he had become accustomed to, her sarcastic, nervous tone replaced by a calm, icy one. She was seated directly in front of him, her long legs crossed as she leaned back casually in one of the room's cheap chairs. Yet if she was trying to project a commanding demeanor, it was very much belied by the obvious fury in her eyes, taking on a pinkish tint from lack of sleep and possibly even tears. Perez figured Edith might have tried to get her payback at some point, but he had honestly begun to believe that Edith was professional enough to set aside her raw feelings for the time being in favor of cooperation.

"So I take it this is the part where you take the car and disappear, leaving me to my fate, right?" Perez mused loudly.
Edith scoffed bitterly. "Not likely. This is the part where you begin to pay for what you did to me!"
"I thought we were going to wait on that."
"Do you really think I was going to trust you forever?" Edith asked, leaning forward in her chair. "No asshole, this ends tonight. And after I get through with you, I hope those guys after you do me a favor and put a bullet in your head."
"You don't know what you're talking about," Perez reasoned, looking Edith square in the eye. "They'll find you eventually, no matter where you go. You saw it yourself; they were bound and determined to kill both of us."
"I'll take my chances."
"Chances are you'll be dead in a week."
"Shut up!" Edith screamed, rising to her feet to glower over Perez.
"What do you think you're going to accomplish right now? You think you can torture me?"
"I'll do my worst," Edith hissed from behind gritted teeth.
"And then what, you're gonna be stuck with no answers, and you can't tell me you'll be okay with that. If you actually got over yourself for a sec-OOOOPH!!!"

Without warning, Edith stepped into a devastating kick to Perez's testicles. His entire body seized up in pain, nerves exploding all the way up into his organs. His groin quivered in exquisite pain, and all he could do was bring up his legs to cover up his most vital area. Yet before he could regain his bearings, Edith was beginning to kick away at him hard. Unable to block anything, all he could do was take the surprisingly powerful kicks to nearly every inch of his body.

"Is this what you wanted!?" Edith roared, raising her foot up above Perez's face before smashing it down on his face once more. Stars danced across his eyes, rattled from the heavy blow. "This is what you wanted, right? My feet, all over you? Is this all you see me as? Is this really what you want!? Then I'll give it to you!"

Manic from anger, Edith tried to get at Perez's groin again, who was doing all he could to keep his legs in front of him. Yet he was so focused on protecting his groin that he took another direct kick to the nose. For a second, he thought she might have broken it; he had heard her heel crunch into something, but all he could feet was the warm blood begin to pour out of his nostrils. He couldn't help but express his pain with a howl, one that caused Edith to grin like a madwoman. Before he could turn his face away, Edith placed her foot directly onto his injured nose and begin grind hard, hoping to pulverize his nose instead of merely breaking it.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you!" she taunted. "You like my feet so much, lick your own god damn blood off of my foot, bitch!"
"Don't tempt me," Perez replied, his bravado getting the best of his reason. He took another stomp into his eye in exchange.
"DON'T YOU DARE CRACK JOKES!!!!!!" Edith shrieked, jumping up and coming down hard on his stomach with both feet.

That one hurt, as all the wind was forced out of Perez's lungs. He gasped for air, momentarily panicking for lack of breath. Perez gritted his teeth, determined not to show any signs of the pain she had caused him, knowing it would drive Edith into more of a blinding rage. Struggling to get his breath back, Edith tried to pry apart his legs, clearly wanting to get at his most vulnerable area.

"You son of a bitch! You son of a bitch!" Edith shouted, tears streaming down her face. Unable to pry apart his legs, Edith stumbled backwards into her chair. As she hit the chair, Perez could see her face suddenly light up with inspiration. She grabbed the chair, holding it over head.
"Don't do it Edith!"
"Die!!!!!"

The chair swung down. All Perez could do was close his eyes and turn away, awaiting a blow that could potentially kill him on the spot. It never came.

Instead, there was the sound of an object shattering through glass, immediately followed by a massive bang and a painful amount of bright light.

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The chair slipped from Edith's sweaty palms as the explosion knocked her down with a deafening bang. Light seared into her eyes, while her ears began ringing harder than a hunchback. Edith couldn't tell up from down as her head swam from the sensory overload. Instead, she could vaguely make out the sound of a door being kicked in, and before she knew it, Edith found herself yanked up to her feet, then tossed unceremoniously onto the bed. She tried to get away, but then found herself flipped over onto her stomach while her arms were yanked behind her, handcuffs quickly slapped onto her wrists. Before she could struggle, she felt the cold barrel of a pistol jam into the back of her neck. Bit by bit, the ringing was beginning to subside, though she was still badly disoriented.

"Edith! Edith!" she heard Perez yell. Over the ringing, she heard other men rush into the hotel room. Several pairs of rough hands manhandled her all at once, beginning to bind her ankles together. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Perez roughly lifted up, her towel binding replaced by metal handcuffs. It was happening too fast for her to comprehend everything all at once. Carried by her arms and her legs, Edith was being carried outside.

"Let her go, she has nothing to do with this!" Perez yelled.

Angry and confused, Edith started to fight back against her captors, yet even before she could begin fighting, she felt a sharp pain in her neck, as if she had been bitten. Edith quickly realized she had been injected with something....again.

"Not again," she moaned out loud as her control of her own body began to slip from her. Alongside her, she could see that Perez had also been similarly injected. Yet before she could slip away into the impending darkness of unconsciousness, she instead had large black hood jammed roughly onto her head. As her body began to numb, she felt herself land nearly on top of Perez, having seemingly been tossed.

Edith never heard the sound of the trunk slamming shut.