Avery took to a rapid fire hand-strike on both of his cheeks. She laughed, somewhat evilly, at his grimaces, grunts and twitches.
“All right, I’ve had enough,” she said, but not before she corrected the matter that he hadn’t had enough yet.
She took her hand to his reddened flesh as he yanked at the tape to break free. He could hardly stay still for the striking blows which kept landing.
And the Memories of what he had been through became fresh again, in his mind: