[Depraved]

"Well, all right...Drifty...what exactly are you doing here?"
"Right now, I'm looking for a bandage."
With a small cry of triumph, he pounced upon a pair of dirty fishnet stockings. Waving them aloft, he trotted back to the bed and tied them tightly around the gaping slash. The blood immediately slowed to a trickle. Drifty smiled, and a predatory look came upon his handsome face.
"Now, were you gonna tell me where you put our money?"
He met Vera-Ellen's eyes over Sully's body. They shared a conspiratorial grin.
"Or is this sexy little blonde girl gonna finish what she started?"
Sully looked from Vera-Ellen back to Drifty.
"What money are you talking about, man? I haven't seen you in years."
Drifty shook his head in disappointment.
"Don't tell me you don't remember that last haul we made?"
He whistled as Sully looked confused.
"There must've been close to fifty thousand dollars in that truck...now where the fuck did it go?""Jesus, Driftwood; that was fucking years ago!"
He let loose with an exasperated sigh.
"That money's long gone...spent on hookers, guns and dope."
Vera-Ellen eyed Sully's tattoo again, and made a shallow cut alongside it. Sully started mewling in pain, and continued.
"I have some money here, man...jesus, make her stop!"
Drifty nodded slightly, and Vera-Ellen stopped.
"So, what the fuck? Should I just make a new name up for you?"
Drifty looked at her with slight confusion.
"What the hell are you going on about now?"

She didn't answer, and frowned for a moment as she made another cut.
Sully screamed again, and started begging.
"Goddamnit, man...jesus fucking christ! Make her stop! Make her stop!"
Drifty sighed again, and watched her bleed him.
"I recommend you tell me something I want to hear, Sully...I don't think she wants to stop. And quite frankly, if you don't start yapping on about something good, I may step in and help her."
Vera-Ellen stopped cutting, and looked up from her work with a curse.
"Goddamnit! Why can't I ever get this part right!"