Chapter Fourteen
Toby’s furrowed brow, evidencing the concern of his permanent dental modification, reminds me of Sammy’s initial visit to my chamber and the duress applied to bring his concurrence to undergo Nurse Lenita’s handwork...
“It’s f*****g dark,” Sammy aphoristically blurts.
“You’ll learn to get used to it... along with learning silence.”
In not yet having Sammy wired, his troublesome mouth continues to utter the objectionable. But he’ll soon be finding that the programmed voice inhibitor will provide first annoying then debilitating zaps of electricity with the slightest sound. Electronics can be marvelously impersonal, each and every one of my pets trained methodically and relentlessly to be speechless unless I want to hear something... like a plea or a compliment.
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