“Tut, tut. Does it matter? I just know. That’s enough.”
The wand advanced.
“No. Nooo. Please, no... EIIIIAA! Oh, oh, oh, EIIAAA!”
“Good. Now the left tit.”
“Oh, please, pleasepleaseplea...AAAIIIHHH!”
“Excellent. Now you’re even. How about down here. I do love symmetry.”
Paige’s screams bounced off the wall and echoed outside down the dungeon hall. Every pair of ears in the other cells were awakened by the new notes of terror. Slaves wondered what technique had brought about this higher octave and whether they would be subjected to it someday. More than a few thought of their deepest, darkest fear and cringed at what their imaginations dreamed up.
For Paige though, it was all reality. Kerry kept the electric wand dancing, giving Susan and Lorena a primer in electro tor
