Chapter Thirteen
I waited. Peering through the eyeholes in my hood at all the sadistic equipment ranged around the huge room, I listened to the banging and clanging of barred steel doors and the peremptory issuing of orders as the other willing prisoners were taken to and from their regular hygiene. Goddess’ voice was harsh and cold; never did I hear the warmth that occasionally crept in when she addressed me.
Was there something special about me, I wondered, perhaps this ambivalence she continually expressed? On the other hand, was this merely a function of the many gifts I’d given her and the relative wealth I’d recently turned over? Perhaps it was simply the newness of my presence. They say familiarity breeds contempt, and Goddess Julia certainly sounded viciously contemptuous as she
