“A smart-ass, huh? I can fix that,” Gisele said tightly. From within the armoire she withdrew a small purse. My purse.
My breath caught. “Where...Where did you get that?” I said.
“Does it matter? I have it now, and that’s all that counts. What’s in here? I wonder, I wonder.”
She dumped the contents on the floor. Nail file, clippers, tampons, rubbers, and other junk spread out between us. Gisele rummaged through it.
“Hmm. You know, we tell the trainees to leave everything behind, except their ID’s. And yet here you are with all kinds of personal effects, but without any identification. How odd.”
I pressed my lips together.
Gisele smiled. She had scored and knew it. She stroked a few stray hairs from over my eyes and went all soft. “I have to punish you, there’s no way you’re getting o
