"How does this work again?" He drew back before placing his hand on her throat, constricting her airway even more. "Stop that. It annoys me. You want to keep those pretty feet of yours? Or I can crucify you, then do this."
He waited for the struggles to cease before finding an empty gallon and filling it with water. "Irony for you. This I got from a priest. Turns out, they'll do just about anything in return for some holy water. Now. I think we play this game this way. I pour, then pause and you give me a truth. I don't like it, I keep going. You struggle, I remove a part of you that struggles, or just pin it down."