Chapter Seven
My First Taste of Dungeon Life
On that first morning, I suppose I spent until nearly noon just trying to get used to wearing my new ensemble, always discovering the different ways in which it restricted me, and, as was the intent, disciplined me. Occasionally, I used the toilet and found the whole process to be embarrassingly awkward. My face flamed beneath the mask when I did, for the TV camera followed my every movement. I would have to get used to being constantly under its close observation.
At one point, I moved to the heavy ring set deep and high in the back wall of the cell, to which my two leash chains were attached, and looked closely at it. This high security arrangement was utterly solid, without a break of any kind in the chain links themselves or the ring. Soo
