Chapter Forty-One
Thus began quarter four, their last twelve-week chance to drive out Karl’s demons: in disharmony and futile, pig-headed rebellion.
All that first long week Karl nurtured his anger and hatred of what was being done to him. He remained taciturn and uncooperative, refusing to meet his nurse’s eyes or speak more than was absolutely necessary. As she had recently done to him, he withdrew all evidence of affection, unjustly regarding her as a jailor and abuser of the vulnerable. He stoically accepted or turned his face away from kisses and touches.
There was nothing he could do about the monster of course. That i***t responded to baiting and fellating and torture as always, with greedy eagerness. It erected instantly at just the prospect of an inserted finger, thermometer o
