The thin man leant forward and put his finger to my lips. The thin woman put her hand on my shoulder. “You must come under the fold of Order,” he said. The woman put her hand on my other shoulder and squeezed. “Order permeates everything,” she said. They pressed against me. “You cannot rebel against Order,” he said. They unbuttoned my shirt. “Order folds inwards,” she said. Their fingers stroked me. “Order blooms outwards,” he said. Sitting me down on the bed.
