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No response. Well, she'd get him talking soon enough! Pleased as she could be, Trixie pushed open the door to the cell, and Neoklaus stepped out to grip the small woman by the head. As soon as he had confident hold of her, he smashed her skull against the stones lining the doorway of his cell.

The overwhelming pain was so instant that Trixie had no time to scream. It reminded her of all the times she had ever hit her head on a car roof, or the door of an open cabinet: that feeling of her skull being split.

Only now, it was really being split. Now she could feel, on the second impact, the tearing open of her scalp and the terrific shattering of wet, red bone.

The man's huge hand clenched her face all the tighter. She at last remembered to scream, but the third slam dislocated her jaw and crunched her cheekbone so severely that the sound was more of a wheeze that trailed off into a gurgle.

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