"I know him, too. We've spent a couple hours together. Isn't he a nice guy. You'd know him better than I would, wouldn't you?" Sal peered sidelong at Eileen as he dragged her across the forest. "I mean, you live with him, don't you. Him and Mitch. Yeah, Mitch. Poor kid. Can't seem to escape my love bubble."
Sal squeezed her arm tightly, but not so tightly that she would drop the whip. Everyone who ever encountered Sal learned at some point or another that he was a serious masochist. Should Eileen fight back, it would be good fun for him. It wouldn't be anything his plans had kept in check, but hell, she brought a friend, why wouldn't she introduce him to it?