Victoria's eyes snapped open. Her alarm hadn't woken her on time. It was 6:10 a.m. Her heart sank. She was limping from yesterday's spanking, and her anus had been aching since yesterday.

"Ten spankings with a belt this evening for being late," David said. Victoria already realized there was no point in arguing. He began filling the syringes. They weren't like the ones she knew. These were glass. And the needles were thicker than usual, their tips blunt. "Your grandmother used syringes like these," he said. She caught her breath. "Lie on your stomach," he commanded.

The poor girl complied. He held up the first syringe. "This is penicillin, my dear, your tonsillitis needs treatment," he said. The syringe contained 4 ml of white liquid. He began wiping her left buttock with alcohol. The marks from the spanking from yesterday immediately began to burn.

The needle entered slowly. The blunt tips didn't so much pierce as push, pushing apart the muscle fibers one by one. She gasped, her nails scraping the table. It stung—not like the quick prick of a disposable needle, but a deep, spreading pain that radiated down her thigh. David gently pressed the plunger, his thumb pressing firmly against the glass. When he withdrew the needle, blood began to flow, and he immediately applied cotton wool.

Second injection: vitamin B complex, 3 ml. David gave the injection next to the previous one. Victoria felt the needle was thicker. David's thumb pressed harder on the plunger, and the vitamin solution burned into her muscle like hot wax being poured under the skin. She bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted copper.

Third injection: Iron dextran. Two milliliters. The alcohol swab dragged over her right buttock, igniting the fresh welts from yesterday's cane. Victoria hissed. The needle slid in at an angle, deliberate and cruel. The liquid felt viscous, thick as motor oil, and when it hit her bloodstream, her vision whitened for three dizzy seconds. She realized she was moaning, low and animalistic, into the table's leather.

The fourth injection was Magnesium Sulfate, 10 ml. The needle entered the muscle with great difficulty. The medication spread in a cold wave, locking her muscles in a spasm. Her legs kicked. Involuntarily, her heel connected to the table's edge. David caught her ankle and pinned it back down. "Settle."

When it was over, Victoria lay shaking, her breath coming in wet hitches. The injection sites throbbed in unison, a sick rhythm that pulsed all the way down to her kneecaps. He sent her off to the shower, but she couldn't get up. He didn't help her and went to make breakfast. She was angry with him; when he left, she quietly burst into tears. When her butt calmed down a bit, she barely hobbled to the shower. She ate breakfast standing, as she didn't know how to sit after all the injections.