Chapter Fourteen
Dealing With Denise
It was a month since Denise came to stay with us and I was the duty attendant that evening when I went down to the sub-dungeon and looked in on her. Denise was in Sector A, crouched on her knees in the tiny dark, damp cell. Rather than kneeling, she was actually curled up in a tight little ball with her lower legs clamped parallel to the concrete floor. Her knees were drawn up under her chin and arms bound with elbows together inside a leather single glove behind her back. The arm binder was attached to a chain that held her arms up and in contact with the overhead. A week before, we had provided Denise with a new set of shackles to replace the usual ones. The differences between the two types were enormous. These new restraints spoke the word “perman
