Chapter Thirteen
It dawned on Karl as he was hoisted back into the air and toward the bed again that he hadn’t asked Doreen what had become of his belongings, the ones she’d taken from his room at the clinic. It seemed the clothes weren’t going to be a problem at least. She’d apparently been serious about keeping him naked the entire time. They probably all went straight to the storage locker. But what about visitors? Were they really so isolated that they could go a whole year without drop-ins? Karl pictured a pair of Mormon missionaries or Jehovah’s Witnesses walking in on the helpless naked cripple being beaten and degraded and force-fed endless p***y and almost laughed. That was even funnier than seeing himself with his eyelids clipped open a la A Clockwork Orange. Then he dismissed t
