Chapter Twenty-Six
Days later the doctor deems me healed, the various bones apparently accepting the deep penetrating eyelets and the skin at the point of entry not only growing without infection, but appearing to flourish without hint of rejection.
Still my wrists are cuffed behind my back as I am returned to my cell and I remain so bound for many days.
Miss Ann feeds me. A guard supervises vigorous daily exercise. Nurse Ingrid visits to cleanse.
There are two more testicle injections and after the second a delighted doctor decrees that I have the largest nuts she has ever grown.
“Apples,” she declares.
And indeed I look down as she palms one in each hand to see that she is correct. My organs are embarrassingly huge and the weighty plums have flopped about noticeably, much to th
