“Do you have something to confess, convict?”
“No, Master!” I gulped, knowing exactly what he was aiming at.
“Are you sure?” He asked calmly, looking at me very intently.
“Yes, Master!” I said as strongly as I could, unable to look away from his eyes thanks to the head cage and collar.
“Do you see these?” He held up the print outs of my and Fred’s letters.
“Yes, Master. I will not say anything about them. They are private!”
“Oh really?” He snarled angrily. “Convict! You know that you have no rights as a prisoner, particularly the right of privacy! However, you do not seem to understand the situation fully, so you will now be taken to the small cell and left there until you confess to what these letters refer to.”
“Jailer Babs. Free the convict and take her into the small cell. I’ll c
