Chapter Twenty-One
From Pet to Livestock
Far too soon I had been returned to my cell in the lowest basement, but of course had no idea of my surroundings or whereabouts, other than that my horrid, so-called life of rubber imprisonment, isolation and discipline continued without let up. There is little to tell of the long time following that I spent in my father’s basement suite of cells, other than that my schedule seldom varied. Each day was one of silence, hard exercise and nightmare-filled dreams and I am sure I went mad somewhere along the way.
Infrequently ... far too infrequently ... I was given a forced s****l release; really a rape by the mechanical monsters locked into my belly and all of these experiences were cruelly administered in conjunction with mind searing electrical
