“Ready for the last ones?” she asks. I glance down and see that there are still two rows of ten on either side of my chest. Then I notice the small string that’s been pinched under each pin, and Orabelle holds the string ends in her hand. Fuck all the way off with that. I whimper and shake my head. I war with myself - I don’t want to stop, but those pins scare the hell out of me. “Give me a second. Please, ma’am” I say, voice strained.
