Stein looked down at her, smoking, watching every flicker of fear, every reaction, hearing that little cough and seeing her start to try to free herself and then put her arms behind her back like a good slave.

He stared into her soul. Literally. It felt like he was undressing her with his eyes in the most sickening and privacy-invading manner.

"How much am I paying for this?" he asked. The words were barely above a whisper.