"Women are far more bloodthirsty than men," Sheikh Hakeem chuckled. "Bedouins are feared in battle, but not nearly as much as our women. His cock and balls next, though do it slowly. I want him to feel it."

"His name is Pavel, Pavel Kristoff," Chet gasped, his eyes bulging. "Honestly."

"And where can I find this Pavel Kristoff?" Sheikh Hakeem asked softly.

"The Al Nile Hotel," Chet cried.

"How will we know him?" Sheikh Hakeem asked.

"A-a scar, above his left eye," Chet sobbed. "Please don't hurt me anymore, please."

Sheikh Hakeem turned and gave harsh-sounding instructions in Arabic to his men.

"You have already impressed me more than any...