Chapter Twenty-Three
I am left to thoughts of envy, but for a only a moment. Mae Lee enters with a tray, a basin of steaming hot water and towels.
Yes, it is time for release, the pain of cramping almost completely masked by a cortex awash in endorphins. And as always, the velcro of the strap entrapping my right arm is dislodged and Mae Lee’s powerful hands immediately establish control with a tight grasp. I grimace, yelp and cry out with the agony as my limb is first massaged to waken the circulation, then gruffly bent, twisted and pulled about to maximize the torment. Then her established control is demonstrated as a hot cloth swathes my skin in a combination of cleansing and soothing and I fail to move in protest, my nervous system ceding all to the devilish Asian woman, my capitulati
