She panics. And thinks you're someone else

"Was it you?" she whimpers in terror. "It was you, wasn't it? You came in the night and took her away! Oh God please don't hurt me! I'm so sorry I hit you, oh God forgive me, please don't hurt me! Don't do what you did to Ronnie! Oh God Please!"

This is interesting, you think, holding her against the wall by her slender throat as you glare into her face.

"You saw her taken away?" you snarl.

"No! No! I just heard...there were stories...I didn't see you...see anything!" she squeals, utterly terrified.

"What stories? Tell me or I'll cut your fucking tits off!"

"I don't know...I just heard...someone came into her room and took her...and someone thought they saw her pushed into a car...It was Chanel who said she saw you....saw it....hurt her not me! Hurt her not me!" she sobs frantically as the last vestige of her control breaks.

You hold her against the wall, feeling her fear flow like an electric current. You have no doubt that this stupid bitch didn't see anything but is simply repeating stories she's heard. That bit about Chanel was interesting, especially in light of what you heard last night. Chanel was obviously going to need a little more attention.

Val is sobbing desperately, obviously in fear of her life. You feel a tremendous sense of power as you hold her, knowing that she will do anything to avoid being hurt.