Chuckling darkly, Nyota flicked the botched C on Johnson's forehead with her free hand. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so distracting." Though now that she thought about it, distraction certainly had its merits. Few things turned her on like torture, and seeing someone as skilled as Chapel in action was a rare treat.

Her hand pressed down more firmly on the wind pipe for a few seconds. "What do you say, Johnson? Shall we end it here, spare you any further pain?" She squeezed a little tighter. "Oh right, you can't say anything at all."

Before he neared unconsciousness she released him, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. "You're going to wish I hadn't stopped." And then, just because she could, she clamped her teeth down on the man's ear hard enough to draw blood. It didn't take much to cause a lot of pain in the ears.