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ting so desperately to talk, to
share the torment and yet each forestalled from such a simple act.
And so the shadows deepened. David had nothing to do
but feel the dirty and soaked diaper as it clung to him. Inside the
strait jacket he was bathed in sweat and began to itch. There was
nothing he could do to stop it. Susan too rolled and tugged against
her bonds, suffering the same symptoms. Between the two bound
and helpless patients there grew a silent bond of mutual sympathy
and despair
CHAPTER TWO
David realized he had fallen asleep. The sound of the side
of the crib being lowered made him open his eyes just in time to
catch a glimpse of Jennifer and the leather hood before Yuma Asami pulled
it over his head. Blind, deafened and suddenly terrified he
struggled against his bonds and screamed against the rubber in his
mouth. Then he felt Jennifer's hand on his diapered crotch,
stroking and petting it to reassure him. He t
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