The GameDeena returned to the room pushing a cart. On it sat a small machine filled with dials next to a digital interface. Beside the interface was a small screen with one single unmoving horizontal line across. She parked the contraption next to me.
As if sensing my unease her face softened. “Don't worry this is just a heart and blood pressure monitor.”
Shai injected me with the needle long before she entered the room. When I asked what I had been injected with, he simply laughed. Now he was watching me with a cold, empty look. It was the face of the devil.
I flinched when she slipped the cuff around my arm. “Sorry, hun,” she apologized. “I didn't mean to startle you. This will monitor your blood pressure.” She placed a plastic clip around my right index finger. The machine started be
