"Do you have the ring?" The voice compelled me to answer.

Jeez. Not my friendly neighborhood Rasha torturer again.

I wanted to whip the ring out, wave it in front of him and do the moonwalk in victory, but that would be childish and give them valuable intel about the ring's current whereabouts. I started singing "Let It Go" loudly and phonetically. Suck on that.

My lack of answers - or my singing - displeased them because the next Rasha brought out the big guns, ...