"You want to scream and kick at me, we can do that, but I think you'll like drinking it much more," Vasquez insists, heading towards the house so he can pour out drinks using the kitchen's glasses, glancing over his shoulder to her, grinning.

"You're not doing to die. If I'm alive, anyone can be alive," he insists, handing the glass over to her. "How you survive? Don't piss off our captors," he says. "Other than this? I don't know, honestly."