She didn’t know who it was, he knew by listening to her words. The irony was delicious, and he couldn’t help but throw back his head to chuckle. This was too good, too absolutely perfect. If she was this upset now, Vogel knew he had a whole host of things to inform her of that would push her farther and farther. Everyone had a breaking point to their patience, and he hoped vainly that he might be able to find hers before she found his body’s limits.
“She can’t help you,” he chortled, straining to relieve some of the pressure on his torso. “She can’t even help herself. Two hours ago I had her pinned to the ground just like this.” He said it easily, a sadistic smile falling over his features because it was so delightfully true. “But I’m not going to beg for my life, not for fifteen years.” He barked out another laugh, a smirk remaining on his features as the buttons of his shirt scattered along the ground. “I wouldn’t live that long with or without you, my dear. Cut me to pieces, if you wish, but I have won this round already.”