Chapter Twenty
Is it within reason to pine for the quiet darkness of being wrapped?
Such thoughts broil as 128 stands on toes, wrist bands summarily clipped to a long horizontal pipe high above. Restrained spread, as seems to be the demanded pose at Nusquam, her right ankle band is secured to the left ankle of a girl of color. Her left is secured to the right ankle of a... well... 128 is not certain. The forehead bears the numerals 1...2...6... followed by the letter ‘C”. The naked form appears effeminate, but a diminutive strip of flesh flops about between parted thighs... and if there were testicles such have apparently been excised. Thoughts of such calloused alteration at first gave rise to concern. But as the stress slowly takes its toll, standing motionless in the searing hot trop
