On the morning of Sunday, the 13th of February 2000 my seven hundred and forty-fourth day in the dungeon, after Babs had fed me my morning meal, she made another announcement about the change in my prison rules and conditions.
“Convict, your brands are looking good, and they will certainly be very noticeable when they’ve healed fully. That’s excellent! That won’t be a problem though because nobody beyond this cell will see you, and even if you are permitted visitors the brands will be covered by your rubber facemask.
“Now, I have some changes for your confinement rules and these must obeyed at all times.”
She stared intently at me.
“From now on, there will be a loud beep sound from the computer, telling you that I will soon enter the dungeon. When you hear it, if your bondage permits,
