I walked over to Taz, who had spoken out of turn and knew it. The interpretation of this was taking more punishment was preferable to any development of the theme I was on, from her perspective.
I looked around the room and thought the simplest solution to my immediate needs was a vault, that was in the opposite space to the cage.
“Were you asked to comment?” I closed the space silently and touched Taz for the first time. Taking one n****e between a forefinger and thumb and twisting hard and pulling until she winced.
“No sir. Sorry sir.” Her response came through gritted teeth.
I turned to the other side, which I touched as delicately as I could. She shuddered as I did this.
“I bought a little gift for you, which I hope you might like, those reactions suggest I might be successful.”
