Chapter Thirteen
Subjugant number 128 lies and lies and lies. The voice seems to know in the darkness when sleep overtakes. Whenever slumber beckons the bright narrow beam alights, the mirror glows, the large black numerals reflect and the low voice no longer whispers but instead booms into the ear pieces, awakening.
“What is your name?”
128 obediently reads back...1... 2... 8... and does so quickly and with fervor. For she has learned it is only then that the light darkens and the horrid sight of her transformed forehead disappears.
Yet it will return again and again when her subconscious glides into dreamland.
The salted water begins to add to her unending misery. It is only sensing the discomfort of her full bladder which breaks the monotony. She has need, and in the seclusion, th
