“Dr. Khachaturian, cuff the delinquents and march them to their cells without supper. Then play with them.”
Dr. Khachaturian leered eagerly while she handcuffed Alvin, John, and Biff before unlocking their ankles from the shackles. To instill dread in them, she zapped each one with her stun gun and snickered while they staggered to the floor in spastic disorientation.
My guilty pleasure distracted me while Countess Vronsky unlocked my shackles. “Can you dish it out as well as you take it?” She handed me her whip. For a second, I considered using her whip on anyone who tried to stop me from escaping. That sliver of indiscretion brought swift retribution. Drawing her own stun gun faster than an Old West outlaw, Countess Vronsky shocked me into inglorious submission at her booted feet. Grov
