“Fuck that, let’s get this party started,” one of them yelled. Bill turned to me. When Daisy finally came back out, she was wearing one of the men’s t-shirts and her boots. The rest of them started filing back into the other room. “Daisy, one of the services I have the privilege of providing the state is participation in an experimental program called the Open Gate Initiative.” Bill paused and waved to one of the guards. The pain must have been intense and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. There was a small table on the other side of the bed. “Daisy, stand up,” Bill said. Andrew’s Cross over the small floor molding between the hallway and room they were entering. Every part of her body ached, every muscle was fatigued and screamed for rest, every inch of skin was raw and on fire. When she let, I slammed down the orange juice then picked up the coffee and walked down the hall to the room we’d left Daisy in. And now, the Pear. You won’t see the clock, so there’ll be no cheating.”
Rumbles of complaints but they died down quickly when Bill started talking again.
