“No, Mistress Barbara! Please, no! Please! I want to be free! Please, I beg you! Do not put me in that horrible thing again! Please! I need to get out of this dungeon! Please, not in the harness again! I’m far too young to be imprisoned for life, especially like this! Please, please, PLEASE! I don’t want to die in here as a prisoner...”
Michael was assisting Babs because Thomas was away, and they soon had her chained between the fixing bars, still wearing the shower yoke. Despite her desperate fighting to resist, Isabella was soon put into her dungeon suit then the rest of the awful steel restraint system was fastened tightly. They took great delight in locking her into its strict confines, bolting and riveting everything while she wept and howled pitifully. It took longer than usual beca
