Chapter Thirty-eight
Visitors
Over the next five months, I grew to know both of the exercise/torture machines intimately. There is no way to adequately describe the terror and distress I suffered while completely alone there in the Exercise and Torture Cell, sealed securely inside the HSA and knowing there wasn’t even anyone in the house! My jailers permitted me absolutely no access to the outer world, other than through their descriptions of the weather and passing seasons, and on many occasions, I became completely maddened with the state of captivity I was kept in, the terrible punishment of being so utterly isolated, and having to work so hard. Babs informed me that the Dungeon Regulations were being completely re-written, but I didn’t care, although I should have, for my life was be
