The Book of Madness and Cures by Regina O’Melveny
5 min on the bed, Toronto
The eight minutes felt like an eternity. Jocelyn sat still despite the starched lace poking into her skin. The first time she had worn the collar, she had stretched her neck to adjust it and the dentelle lace points scored fine red welts across her jaw. Still, it was an easy way to make a hundred bucks and she just had to keep still another eight minutes. She counted the minutes in increments of discomfort.
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