TWO THOUSAND LINES
!warning for disturbing content!
OLIVIA WALKED FROM the living room to the quiet room without realizing what she was doing.
Instinct. After all of those years, it was just simple instinct to go there, as though she were on auto pilot. She reached for the window over the desk and opened it. It took a few minutes of inhaling the crisp air to ground her again.
“Which punishment do you think you deserve today?” his voice came from the door.
“Whatever you think,” again on instinct.
“I want two thousand this time. You won’t get food until they are done,” he paused and rubbed his hand slowly down his chin “‘If I lie again I get the ruler.’”
“Yes sir, Mr. Melvin,” she dutifully replied.
“If you write nonstop it should only take you around five or five and a half hours,”
