Thirty Three
I miss Pattie. I even miss Bai.
Though the abject servitude and humiliation was daunting, at least there was sensory input. Being controlled, placed under the exacting tutelage of tormentress and governess offers an odd form of esteem. Though resulting in humiliation and torture, it does offer one attention... and in Bai’s case the attention of a master.
Now I just lie and wait... for a year to pass in the long term. In the short term for the caprice of a islander in desiring to use me.
The newly fabricated shelter, the sturdy table within, are for me. The Martin Rigid Stock has moved from the airfield and is secured to the table. My neck and wrists now lie within its ineluctable openings. I am supine. My waist belt is gone and I am completely stripped. The sense of vulne
