Chapter Twenty-Six
Like most days, Robin lived in dreamland while her Master’s words cascaded though her brain like thick sprayed fertilizer: Slut54, you are a good girl. Slut54 is a slave? She heard, Remember your master’s instruction.
Since the cancer operation six weeks earlier, Doctor Jenrette, an ugly man who looked more like an aging professor in his white lab coat than a world renowned physician, had repaired her skull, tightened her tummy, lifted her face, and stretched the wattle from her neck. And then two days ago, he had shared amazing news. “We will release you from hospital in a few more days Ms. Anderson. Your cancer is in remission and I trust your Master will approve of the other modifications.”
I am a new person Robin thought. She sat up in bed, forgot about the good
