I nodded. "You should listen to him, he's a smart fellow."
I reached out and stroked her hair, letting my fingers trail softly down the side of her face. She struggled and squirmed, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.
"Please... I don't have any information! I wasn't in the military!" Her voice sounded more panicky now. "Please don't hurt me anymore, please!"
"Don't crap on," I told her coldly. "Now, where are the nearest patrols?" I slid my fingers down her neck and decolletage, stopping at the cleft of her breasts. Her breathing quickened and her lips quivered, a fresh flood of tears emerging.
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