“How did you ever make it this far in life?” she asked. “That has to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“So, you agree?”
She twisted it around in her mind for a minute. To her it seemed a win-win, so she said, “I agree.”
Next, she dragged out leg irons, wrist shackles and a nose ring. I put the leg irons and shackles on, but my nose wasn’t pierced so I didn’t know what she planned with the nose ring. I should have known. She pulled an industrial looking giant two-handed punch out of the bag and stuffed it into my nostrils.
“This is going to hurt, Seven,” she said gaily as she slammed the handles together.
That was an understatement. My knees buckled and I let out a small scream despite trying to remain stoic. That pleased her. She laughed.
“Oh, Seven, I think you are going to be
