Chapter Seventeen
Delilah’s Boots
Dr Jannason
Aruf Mahjalis and I had become, if not friends, at least associates with a respect for each other’s goals and abilities. At first, I had been quite dubious about getting involved with Delilah and her life, but now, as I could see from the society around me, she was getting off relatively lightly for the things she’d done.
A week after she’d been incarcerated, I went down to examine her and, once that had been completed, to affix her next pieces of restraint equipment. The journey into her actual holding area was again, and always would be, a disturbing one. There could certainly be no escape for Delilah, and I wondered how many other young women in the Middle East and elsewhere were kept as hapless prisoners in this manner. Yes, I’d rea
