But then came the needles, and clamps, and the hot stabbing pains into my face. No, not my face – my headafore? That word doesn’t sound right. Forebrain?
I remember bright lights and a woman in a mask. Was she a doctor? The man in the suit was in the warehouse with me. No, not a warehouse, but not a hospital either.
These straps are too tight on my ankles.
I just can’t seem to remember anything since the newly elected Governess invited me to dine with her.