Chapter Seventeen
A Punished Pet
How long I stood there without moving I do not know, nor was I aware of just how ugly my Correction Suit was. I was deeply imprisoned and even if I attempted to end my own life by not eating or drinking, those options were now denied to me, for the suit did those functions automatically and without me being able to stop it happening.
I was not aware of it, but my cell was located on the bottom level of the cellars under the house, hidden deeply behind locked doors, having at one time been a small storage room for highly valued wines. My father had ensured that the room’s walls, floor and ceiling, carved from the native granite of the area, were refinished with a ten cm thick layer of concrete, then this had itself been covered with three mm thick steel
