Chapter Thirty-Three
Theodora Dalton
As I apply my make up, I cannot help looking into the mirror and recalling that wonderful day two months before when I was released from the relentless physical bondage.
“This will hurt.”
I cringed with Dr. Reinhold’s words. There had been so many occurrences of great pain during my four months on Constancia Island that the forewarning brought fear.
Dr. Reinhold was finally removing my nose bridle and the rounded studs had nestled so deeply into my sinuses. Nurse Jasmine most firmly held my head utilizing my lengthy hair. A small circular saw, a Dremel tool, ground away at the small steel bar penetrating my septum. The friction caused heat. The heat indeed caused pain. But I bore it all knowing that the grotesque but most effective implement of co
