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"I've already heard that one," I said. "I want to know why."
"Why?" Mandor repeated.
"I must," she answered.
"Why must you?" he asked.
"I. . . ." Her teeth raked her lower lip and the blood began to flow
again.
"Why?"
Her face grew flushed and beads of perspiration appeared upon her brow.
Her eyes were still unfocused, but they brimmed with tears. A thin line of
blood trickled down her chin. Mandor extended a clenched fist and pened it,
revealing another metal ball. He held this one about ten inches before her
brow, then released it. It hung in the air.
"Let the doors of pain be opened," he said, and he flicked it lightly
with a fingertip.
Immediately, the small sphere began to move. It passed about her head
in a slow ellipse, coming close to her temples on each orbit. She began to
wail.
"Silence!" he said. "Suffer in silence!"
The tears ran down her cheeks, the blood ran down her chin. . . .
"Stop it!" I said.
"Very well." He reached over and squeezed the ball for a moment between
the thumb and middle finger of his left hand. When he released it, it
remained stationary, a small distance before her right ear. "Now you may
answer the question," he said. "That was but the smallest sample of what I
can do to you. I can push this to your total destruction."
She opened her mouth but no words came forth
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