Chapter Eighteen
Official Notification
It was Thursday the 20th of August, 1998; the one hundred and ninety-fourth day of my sentence when Babs unlocked me from my sleeping chains and gave me my breakfast, leaving the midday meal in its plastic containers. We didn’t speak to each other and she immediately left for her job at the bank in downtown Munich.
After I’d eaten, I retrieved a piece of wire I’d discovered in a crack in the floor then hidden in the dungeon and began to try and free myself of the chastity belt’s crotch cover. I sat on the mat with my back to the video surveillance camera so I wouldn’t be seen trying to pick the very secure lock, but I didn’t have a prayer of opening it - especially because I was only able to work with one hand, thanks to my wrist separator bar. The
