Chapter Thirty
The New Year Arrives
Babs returned to the dungeon with my evening meal and after I’d been granted permission to speak, I asked if she was really serious about my facial branding.
“Of course! I’m totally serious about it, and Thomas has given his approval. Michael has already done the first design, and here it is.”
She reached into a pocket of her leather skirt and pulled out a piece of paper, then held it so I could see it.
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That was what I saw. Oh, my God! It was huge! She reached out and touched my rubber covered cheeks.
“It will look very good and so you better enjoy the next thirty-seven days, convict, because they are the last ones of your life you will live without this mark in each of your cheeks!”
She turned and left the dungeon, and I collapsed in hope
