“That was very nice!” She smiled happily. “You’re well behaved today convict, but this doesn’t change any part of your punishment, understood?”
“Yes, Mistress Babs!” I whimpered in terrible frustration and despair.
She left the dungeon quickly and I was alone once more, stimulated and frustrated at the same time, holding onto the lattice wall bars at the ends of my leashes. I stood there for a long time, looking into the locked anteroom, trying to understand just how bad my imprisonment had become.
On the 20th of September 1998, my two hundredth and twenty-fifth day of imprisonment, I had a long talk with her and begged in desperation for any kind of chance to be released at some time in the future. She only smiled.
“No. With the last extension of your Judgement, there is definitely ze
