Chapter Thirty-two
Nasal Piercing!
At midday, Babs re-appeared with my lunch, and to my surprise, Michael also came into the cell behind her then watched while she released my gag pad and fed me with a spoon. I flushed crimson while he watched me being made to eat my meal, and all the time, Babs smiled happily. When she’d finished, Michael came over to where I sat uncomfortably on the hard stool and took something from his pocket. Babs spoke sharply.
“Remain still when Michael takes the impression!”
“Yes, Mistress Barbara!” I wondered what she was talking about while Michael kneaded something he’d taken from his pocket between his hands. He looked at me.
“How are your brands, convict? Are they still painful?” he asked while his hands kept busy.
“M-my brands are fine, I think, Master
