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Basement
"Okay," Mary said. "What is it?"

A black, square box with a power cord and an indicator light. Peg looked at it as it sat there on Mare's table. "The answer to all my troubles?" she asked. Just joking.

"Precisely," Mary said. "It's a mind field."

Peg blinked. "You mean, like a bomb?" She backed up a little.

Mare cleared her throat. "Don't be a dork, Peg. I didn't say 'mine field,' I said 'mind field.' You plug it in and it takes about a day before the field forms. Once it does, anyone who gets within about three feet of the thing, it sort of reads their mental state. If they're not holding onto much guilt, nothing happens. If they are, the box deepens the feeling, and adds a need to be punished physically."

Peg could think of an immediate use for the thing, and his name was Tim. It was almost too good to be true. "Who would even think of making a thing like that?" she asked. "And what's the market?"

"Designed for use in Singapore's prisons," Mary said. "Imported by a guy who thought for sure it was a cure-all for rebellious teens, and then he found out how much sex has to do with the way it works. So they came up surplus. Want it? I picked it up thinking of you. You know. For Tim."

"Lying, cheating sack of shit," Peg said, almost reflexively. It would be tempting. "You really think I should, Mare?"

"Oh, definitely," Mary said. "Think of how he hurt you, how he broke your trust. Then set up the box someplace people won't stumble on it accidentally like the basement or the attic, and get him to stand next to it. Then beat him black and blue."

Oh God. It was a dream come true. "And he won't call the cops on me later, or something?"

"He'll think it was his idea," Mary said, "and in a way, it will be."

Peg felt a rush of excitement. A chance to get the bastard back. A chance to see him suffer as she had suffered. "Oh, jeez, Mare, I'm so damn tempted. But we don't have a lot of cash right now. Great idea, though. I guess it's the thought that counts."

"Like I said," Mary said, "it's surplus. It didn't cost that much, considering. And it doesn't cost you anything at all. A gift, from me to you. Let's just say it appeals to my sense of justice."

Peg looked at the lumpen metal box, so out of place in the middle of Mare's bright and cheery kitchen. But it would be right at home in a basement corner, maybe over near Tim's work bench. He'd be truly at her mercy, actually wanting her to hurt him. Oh God, it was so tempting. "Let me think," Peg said, but in her heart she knew. And when she stepped out of her friend's house that soggy Sunday in early Spring, she carried a surprisingly heavy metal box.