Chapter Nine
“When do I get some clothes, please?”
Cassie was back in her cell. She’d had the time to inspect it closely and now knew that even the cell was wired for CCTV, with small camera housings on the ceiling and high up on one wall. She was still nude, and speaking to a guard who’d brought her a meal.
“You don’t. We don’t let prisoners wear them. Security.” The guard sniggered.
Cassie sighed. It was the answer she’d expected.
The guard pushed a bowl of slop through the bars, set it on the cell floor. Cassie half-turned to display her bound wrists. “May I at least eat without cuffs on?”
The question earned her a peal of laughter.
“Should I lay out the silver service for madam, and open the champagne?”
Cassie sighed.
“Listen, slut,” the guard continued. Considering this guard
