Chapter Twenty
Tongue Tortured And New Devices
Delilah
The guard was his usual, cruel, cold self. I was left dangling alone and deafened, staring out through the narrow slits in front of my eyes at the blank, shiny, painted, concrete wall, two metres away. I had no way of telling the distance though, for the slits permitted only a very narrow arc of forward view.
Oh, God! What was going to be done to me?
Nothing happened for the longest time, and then my father’s voice came through my earplugs.
“Prisoner! You have made your confession to me, both written and verbal. You have continued to speak untruths! I will not tolerate this, especially from you, and so, to this end, have commanded that for your insolence and actual spoken lies, you shall be disciplined appropriately! This
