“Now.some information before I go! Listen well! I will keep the key to your cell, and I will be responsible for your discipline and every day treatment. “You don't need to wear those, now you are on your chain” Mary said. She unlocked them and threw them out into the corridor. “Yes, ma'am” I said, as humbly as I could. I was still kneeling, facing the wall, but now I was chained to the cell wall, locked in the collar now. “There, you're safely on your chain now! ” she said, with satisfaction. The chain was just long enough to allow me to kneel. She fitted it around my neck, and locked it with the heavy steel padlock. I had no choice! Reluctantly, I crawled to the ring, facing the concrete wall above the steel ring “In you go, Convict! Go to your ring!” she ordered. A heavy chain led from the ring to a thick steel collar lying on the floor. The steel ring was set in the wall, about 12” above the floor. Nothing else, except a heavy steel ring fixed in the wall at the far wall of the cell, alongside the steel toilet. Just a metal toilet and handbasin on the far wall. It was slightly smaller than the cell I had been in in San Francisco. So I crawled slowly and obediently along on my knees, in the cuffs and ankle shackles. I was tightly shackled, and she had her whip ready! Oh No! Please No! I was desperate! I had to get free somehow! But I dared not resist. This is where lifers are kept! They are totally soundproof!” Mary said, cheerfull, as she herded me along on my knees. I recognised the grey steel doors lining the corridor.they were soundproof cell doors, just like the ones on the strip cells back at the Holding Institute! So the cells were underground, in a locked corridor! I sobbed.that alone would make escape impossible.would I never get a chance to escape? She unlocked another barred door, and we entered a dimly lit concrete corridor. She unlocked the door, and pushed me through with her foot. There was a notice on the door.”WARNING! The convicts in this block are serving life sentences, and are classified as violent and dangerous!”. She allowed me to stand, whilst she took me down a flight of steps, then I was ordered back on my knees. Mary directed me across the courtyard, and through a metal door. where was she taking me? To a cell? And had I heard Ms Wilson correctly.she would see me after year in the cell? A YEAR? I had no choice.in the handcuffs and shackles, I was Mary's helpless prisoner. She ordered me out of the room, on my knees. If I could get out of the handcuffs, I would possibly have a small chance to escape! But the cuffs were still locked tight on my wrists, and escape was impossible. So I was totally helpless, and Mary knew it. But she had her short whip clipped to her belt, and besides the straps, I was still locked tightly in the handcuffs and ankle shackles that I had been put in back in the Holding Institue. If I could have broken free, I surely would have. Ms Wilson left the room, and left Mary to release my straps.
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