Chapter Twelve
When Kathy awakened, she felt as if her feet were encased in cement. Looking down she saw the horrible metal boots. However there was no pain, just the weight. She wiggled her toes. The ingenious devices were certain to hobble her. She wouldn’t be able to walk except in five-inch heels. Clearly no one could run very far or fast in stilettos. She had to escape before the boots at night and the high heels during the day shortened her tendons. The alternative to escaping would be to find a way to get rid of Gruber and Frederick.
She noticed the book about Negra on the bed beside her and smiled, glad that she had defied them by not reading it. She remembered that Gruber had said she would begin her training today. Good God, yesterday her intense desire to c*m caused her to say
