Chapter Twenty-Five
Miss Ann does not arrive to feed me, though she seems overdue. Instead Nurse Ingrid wheels in her cart and I am bathed. She is particularly attentive to my enema, three times filling my colon to bursting and supervising the resulting expellant flow.
After a final rinse, the skin at my elbows, hips and ankles receives special attention as a curious orange liquid is swabbed about. Then she packs up.
“Good luck,” she grimly announces. “In a few days you’ll be happier. Keep that in mind.”
Remembering Miss Beatrice’s admonishment, I stay silent. But her ominous words and behavior give rise to concern.
Within minutes a guard arrives. I am leashed and led by my testicle rings to the medical area. On this visit the small examination room is passed by and we enter a large,
