Chapter Seven
Wheel of Pain
At breakfast I got to sit at the table...bound to a chair.
Theo and Leslie scooped up generous spoonfuls of food from their plates and shoveled it in me. After my third or fourth link sausage I had had enough, but Leslie still came back at me with a big piece of a syrup dripping waffle. I averted my mouth.
“Oh, c’mon now,” she said. “You can take a little more. Here it comes into the station.” She made train noises and brought it closer to my closed lips.
“Eat it,” Theo said. “Where we’re going there’s no telling when you’re going to get another chance.”
“Here comes the train,” Leslie said.
I opened my mouth and slopped down the waffle.
They left me strung up in the bathroom doorway while they showered together. Through the door’s frosted glass I
