Chapter Twelve
Compelled To Sit
My days were, and still are, truth to tell, not very interesting.
At first, I found something to focus my thoughts upon, learning how strictly the harsh limitations of my chains restricted me. The novelty of finding myself so deeply imprisoned quickly disappeared, then quickly became an almost unbearable burden.
My cell, like all of the others, was equipped with an 80 cm, high definition, digital screen and monitor combination. This was suspended from the ceiling in a heavy cradle, allowing me a substantial window on the world via the internet and satellite TV, when I was permitted access. However, to do it, I had to sit in the vastly uncomfortable ‘saddle’, before the screen would activate. For every small pleasure in my confinement, there was a steep p
