CHAPTER 37
Permitted to Communicate
Some months later, I hung before the barred window of my large cell; one I’d never had a chance to walk around in, staring out at the snow flurries beating furiously against the window. Much to my surprise, Mistress wheeled in a large monitor with a pair of bulky goggles hung on one side.
“Hello Charli. I hope you’re glad you’re not outside in that blizzard! It’s pretty rotten weather to be sure. Now, I’ve kept you from being able to communicate for a couple of years, just so that you fully understand how much my prisoner you truly are, but it’s time, I feel, for you to have an opportunity to do so.”
My capability of speaking or making any kind of sound, or of being able to make my desires known had both been thoroughly removed when I’d been incarcer
