Irena asked sweetly, “And who is your mistress, dear? Who is this mysterious protector of yours?”
In answer Renee spit at her. The spittle fell short at our feet.
“Now don’t go messing up my dungeon,” Irena said. “Who knows how I’ll make you clean it up?”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Don’t think I won’t, and your mistress won’t give a s**t. That’s right, darling. You’ve been down here for how long? I know you’ve been reporting to someone everyday with this.” Irena held up a razor thin cell phone. “You just love talking into it. Now it’s time to talk to me.”
“f**k off!”
Irena shook her head and waved a hand in dismissal. “, you know what to do.”
From a corner wheeled out a cart with several alligator clips hanging off it by red and black wires. The wires ran up to the terminals of a small
