Chapter Ten
The guards were back: the young, frizzy-haired one and the dyke. They were watching her eat. It felt strange, being watched while she tried to lick food from a bowl on the floor.
“I can see why they’d like her,” the dyke was saying. “Cute ass, takes welts nicely. Nice t**s, n*****s not too small and not too large, just right for squeezing.” She reached through the bars with a riding crop and thwacked Cassie’s bare thigh.
Cassie yelped, tried to move, fell sideways.
“Squawks prettily as well,” the other guard said, chuckling. Then: “Reckon she’s lesbian? Or bisexual?”
The dyke shrugged. “She’s a prisoner, she’ll be any type of s****l you want her to be.”
She reached through the bars and caught Cassie by one ankle, draggling her across the floor. Chain rattled. The cuffs, w
