The other man immediately nodded in agreement. "We know we were wrong. Please, just let us go."
"If that's not enough, we can pay you. We can settle this privately," the first man pleaded, looking at Evangeline with a mixture of fear and anxiety.
"For money? Who do you think you're kidding?" one of the bodyguards scoffed. "Tell the truth."
"The truth is we were just after money," the man insisted, glancing at Evangeline's car. "We could tell a woman drives this car, and women usually try to handle these things quietly to avoid trouble."
"We just pick remote roads like this to rob people. Once we get the money, we let them go. We swear we had no other intentions."
The other man nodded vigorously, backing him up.
It was obvious they were lying. The bodyguards didn't buy it, and neither did Evangeline.
"It seems they won't tell the truth without a little persuasion," she said thoughtfully.
One of the bodyguards considered this and pulled a knife from his pocket.
Evangeline didn't take it. "Torture is illegal," she stated calmly. "Besides, a wound like that isn't particularly painful."
She glanced down at her dress, then unpinned the brooch from her lapel. Crouching down, she held it up to the man's face.
He had no idea what she was planning, but her unnerving composure made his blood run cold. "What are you doing?" he stammered.
Evangeline offered a faint smile, bringing the sharp point of the pin closer to his hand. "Have you ever heard the saying that the pain in your fingertips is connected to your heart?"
"Imagine me sliding this pin under your fingernail. It seems like a small thing, but as it goes in, the pain will shoot through your entire hand. Your heart will ache with a sharp, itching numbness, and there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop it…"

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