Chapter Forty-six
Speech Inhibitor Jewellery
When we weren’t gagged, Isabella and I talked often of what our lives had been like before we became prisoners, and that’s how I learned her story. Understandably, she was in deep despair about what she’d done with her life, often breaking down into hours of sobbing while struggling frantically against her restraints. Then, when nothing worked, she’d often shuffle out to the end of her leash and lunge repeatedly against the restricting length of her chain, even though she knew it was useless.
Our talking was to be our undoing, for Babs listened to us each day, and although we were careful to never say anything bad about her, she nevertheless decided that when we were next cleaned fully, she would add the next pieces of our ‘jewellery’, but sh
