Chapter Twelve
Where the Milk Comes From
Ellen Levine stood before Mistress Wright. She shivered not so much from the cold, but more from fear of what was to come next. Released from her most recent punishment following nearly the day of impalement on the post and brought to the Head’s office in chains, the girl with the model figure stood and shook. The post discipline had marked the culmination of having spent a week chained to a steel bed frame with heavy steel cuffs on her wrists, above her elbows and knees, a heavy collar around her neck, a thick steel belt around her waist and short chains holding all of these restraints closely the bed frame so that she lay, spread out like a four legged animal, ready for disemboweling. Only they hadn’t filleted her. They beat her. The staff had f
