When a guard roughly shook my shoulder I wakened groggily then tried to sit up; but my chains made them selves felt immediately. Stupidly, I blushed fiercely at being seen so naked, vulnerable, and restrained, and instinctively, uselessly, tried to cover myself, but he didn’t care, for by now he’d seen me like this many times. I’d become just a prisoner, albeit a female one, that had to be cared for and once more submitted to the humiliating feeding and watering process. He left me alone once more in the deep silence I had almost grown accustomed to and so I sat there on the mat for I could do nothing other than stare at or play with my chains, but even this soon lost any interest. After a while I just sat in desolation on the hard rubber mat, waiting for I knew not what. My hearing s
