Chapter Eighteen
Miss Beatrice disappears for three days... or rather three feedings. Her method for extracting information has been curious but efficient. Left alone with nothing except visits by Miss Ann and my own thoughts, I reflect on how, after feeling the intense pain of the little clips and realizing how quickly and easily such can be applied, my words flowed like a water fall. And watching the slow systemic torment of the prisoners generating power served as a catalyst for compliance to her wishes. Every time the austere cell light flickers during a feeding, I can not help thinking that some well-bound and naked male has faltered under the whip, the generation of electricity interrupted as he finally succumbs to the unending daily toil and anguish.
And so despite my own bound
