Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ted Dalton
“Can you speak?”
It is Dr. Reinhold asking another question. She persists...and of course I obediently try to answer. But the words pour out in an unintelligible slur and even I do not understand what I am saying. I hear her laughing under her breath.
“Over time you will learn to speak very slowly and work to pronounce each word. It will be easier when the swelling dissipates.”
Once again I hang in harness in the Island’s medical building. It is so comfortable compared to the unyielding nightly bondage and electrical torture at the clinic. Yet, I experience many periods of terror.
Yesterday, I think it was yesterday, Dr. Reinhold resumed assaulting me with her needles. She gathered up a pinch of flesh over my left hip and thrust one of her longer shard
