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Chapter Six Day Three To their credit, Olivia’s jailers were mindful of their instructions from the mysterious gloved piercer. Once the new day dawned, she was pulled from her cell and led to the river to bathe, then her n*****s, labia and nose were carefully inspected and cleansed with salt water—appropriate protocol for fresh piercings. Applied to the freshly washed piercings was a strange-smelling ointment—what appeared to be a handmade concoction of natural substances taken from the jungle. This seemed to numb the constant soreness and even the deeper ache, if only briefly—a small kindness for which she was deeply grateful. She also suspected that she was, at least to some degree, being drugged through her food. Any fierce pain often waned shortly after her meal was over and returned