Peranza is, in fact, starting to not have fun here, and to feel scared, and miserable, as Abarco is good at.
torture
The sharp pain of cuts, one after another, lingering pains accumulating from cuts already dealt, the stabbing agony where one eye used to be, you can take them individually but they're distractions each time and it consumes your attention, your will, to ignore them
The part with him getting ready to cut out her tongue is - is he actually not trying to get information from her, she doesn't understand, why not, don't they need to know -
Maybe they actually are reading her mind.
The prospect of being helpless to talk, helpless to say anything, is frightening in a way that strikes at her narrative, the thin shred of, maybe not even hope, but of having something to do, that she's been clinging to.
The thought occurs to her, then, that it might not take that much more torture before the new Peranza dissolves the way the other ones did, when there's no way out, no thoughts left -
And then -