Chapter Four
In spite of being completely wrung out it takes me longer to drop off.
I’m still in considerable pain. My wrists and ankles hurt and occasional excruciating cramps wrack my stretched-out limbs. The burns on my chest (especially those on the n*****s Amelia spent so much time twisting and yanking on) nag at me unceasingly. My p***s hurts far worse: burned more badly, bruised and abraded all over it continues to throb even in its limp quiescence. Worst of all though are my hugely stuffed and sprung jaws. These ache fiercely with a pain that only grows worse the longer that I remain gagged. Whimpering quietly, flexing and clenching my benumbed feet and hands, I try not to think about all this. I also continue to resolutely ignore what the evening just past portends for the rest
