Chapter Thirteen
Tanked
Jean Groff’s position in the tank went from impossible to intolerable. She screamed until she had no voice left, she pulled and tugged and the chains until her wrists were swollen and her neck ached. When they came and provided her with toilet relief and water plus a bit of nourishment, she begged to be released, chained any other way but on her knees. At one of these sessions, she apparently made her point and was astonished to feel her captor locking her ankle cuffs to the deck, attaching the front of her waist chain to the wall ahead of her where her collar chain already was attached and placing chains on either side of her waist and thus restricting any sideways movement. They slipped some sort of cushion under her bruised and numb knees and her hair, now a me
