57. Back to this, are we? The silent treatment? Should I fear some new, as-yet-unthought-of, perhaps unspeakable torture?
Cruel and unusual?
The hole?
Bamboo shoots under my fingernails?
The Wheel?
The Iron Maiden?
Chinese water torture?
Boiling in oil?
Murder holes.
Electrodes attached to my . . . it hurts me to think about this.
It hurts me to think.