Chapter Three
One evening, months later, a woman she did not recognize appeared and presided over her late night respites, directing the bathing and preparations for the night. They didn’t beat her that night. No one tied her to the steel bed frame and f****d her ass or her cunt. Her meal consisted of soup and tea, a much different offering than the crap she usually got. When the crew finished their tasks of exercising, feeding, bathing her and escorting her in chains back to her cell, this woman remained, standing with her arms folded, blocking the open steel doorway, staring at K who was, for once, neither gagged nor hooded. The others were dismissed and then the mystery woman spoke.
“Do you know who I am?” she asked quietly, knowing the answer.
“No,” K said, shaking her head, trying
