She always said that maliciously, and then slammed the barred door in my face and locked it. A moment later, I faintly heard the door in the barred wall slam, and then the solid thud of the dungeon’s door. Inevitably, I had to lift one foot or the other to ease the terrible cramping in my calves and I’d fall forward, swinging wildly and howling into my gag. Every night was a horror of bondage and suspension.
At last, the end of my twenty-one day sentence came, and on the morning of Saturday the 06th of March 1999, my three hundred and ninety-second day as a prisoner, Babs and Thomas opened the door of the cell. Thomas re-fastened the longer chains from the ring in the main cell and added the third leash to the central ring of my ankle spreader bar. It really didn’t make all that much diff
