Chapter Thirteen
I learned that Miss Denise’s words were commands.
After that one visit and my perceived belligerence, Mila found a thick and high neck collar in one of the cabinets. Thus my head was immobilized and shortly thereafter my ears were plugged and I was hooded.
The inextricable four point restraint continued, of course, with the loss of sight and sound and the motion of my head. When on one occasion I wriggled my fingers, one of the guards spent inordinate time and effort encircling my hands with heavy tape to assure that my digits could not move. My toes received the same fate.
The middle aged guard could no longer flash me, of course. But the boot licking continued and whenever I felt the back of my chair being lowered to the cell floor, I knew who was on duty and that
