Chapter Twelve
Cassie had figured the “interrogation”, such as it was, had been set up deliberately to keep her off-balance. She hadn’t known what time of day it was and hadn’t so much slept as lapsed into unconsciousness when they’d stopped beating her, hitting her with electric probes or f*****g her. She’d figured that the beating and f*****g had been intended to wear her down, make her admit whatever they wanted her to. Except in the end that hadn’t mattered. They’d carried on beating and f*****g her anyway, with the cameras rolling.
So it might have just been the scheduling for the webcasts.
Now she was in the main part of the prison—“indentured labor facility” technically, but a prison to those incarcerated there—she figured there’d be some kind of regular routine. If there was, sh
