Torture is happiness. Torture is life. Life can’t do without it and-

“What are you doing?”

I pause and peel my eyes open to see Gwen staring at me in confusion. I stop my act, dropping my harmonized fingers down but my ankles still across each other.

“I’m mediating. What do you think I’m doing?” Suckling in a breath, I break out of my position. I mean that I stand up.

“Today is my turn to torture the nitwit and I still can’t decide what way I wanna do it. I barely had any rest yesterday because everyone wanted to talk to me. It was so annoying.”

“But you’re ready...