“Sleep, convict.”
I whimpered plaintively when the door slid shut and heard the heavy clacks of the bolts being slid home. I was alone and chained ... just as I’d always dreamt of being, but a small despairing wail passed my lips while I stood at the bars, for I began to realize that I was truly a prisoner, chained and utterly helpless in a very secure dungeon! No one but Thomas and Michael knew I was in here … and they were not about to tell anyone. I stood at the bars for a long time, holding them in my gloved hands, then at last, with difficulty, turned and stared back at the small area of my cell … my new home. I turned again and looked at the small, high barred window to the outer world, through the closely spaced ones of the lattice wall. It was hopeless! There was no way I could es
