Chapter Fifteen
The Awful Process Continues
Little time was wasted. They next fitted me with the breathing hoses and these were similar to the stomach tube, but slightly smaller in diameter, coming with nostril filling, formed plugs on their outer ends, with allowances made for the nose shackle. No words were spoken while they threaded the tubes up into my nose, then gently through my sinus cavities alongside the smooth snake-like chains and finally down through my vocal chords and into my bronchial air ways. I could feel them there, but they weren’t uncomfortable, for the moment. The formed plugs were slowly forced far up inside, around the septum U shackle, and that part of my entombment was completed. I heard the whistling of my panicky breaths issuing from the plugs’ ends and was
