Chapter Five
Scientific Method
Plop. Plop.
Gentle raindrops of solution fell into Paige’s dry eyes. A soft tissue wiped the overflow from her cheeks. Julia bent down full of concern. She adjusted the small pincers that forced Paige’s eyes to remain open then took up position again to the slave’s left side. Plop. Plop. Wipe.
A little squirt of water also found its way onto Paige’s tongue through the ring-gag, and then Julia repeated the whole process.
Paige tracked the movements around her as well as she could since her eyes were the only part of her that could move, thanks to the tight ropes holding her down on the metal-pipe chair, and the strap that kept her head immovable.
People shuffled in, taking seats around her. They were masters and mistresses for the most part, with
