Eight
Within days I begin to understand ‘discipline’, at least what such entails in the mind of Bai.
I am taught to accept slowly building anguish each and every day without word of plea or protest. Ideally I am not to offer a sound – no grunts, groans, cries, screams, yells – Bai’s enjoyment of my song not withstanding. Yes, in accepting the torment meekly, docilely and without word, Bai would deem it then that discipline had been learned, to quietly and humbly accept the feminine caprice of endless torment.
Yet, accepting such becomes more and more difficult as Bai, relentless as expected, increases the level of cruelty.
There begins sleep deprivation. When bound and secured, it is never in a supine or prostrate position, but always with head upright. Standing, sitting but never lyin
