Birondian Prison

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After whipping me the guard says:

"Well, it shows you your place, slut. Now you thank for your punishment."

"Thank You for my punishment, Ma'am."

"No. You say: 'Thank You for my well deserved punishment, Senorita Dolores, from now on i will be obedient.' Senorita Dolores, so am I addressed by the prisoners. I am the chief matron of Section 3."

"Thank You for my well deserved punishment, Senorita Dolores, from now on i will be obedient."

"Ok. Now, slut..."

A phone rings. "Yes, Sir", she speaks into the receiver. "We bring her up."

Another female guard comes, they take off my handcuffs and remove my gag. The clothespins fell off my nipples with the whip strokes. They cover me with the bata and we go up in an elevator. We enter an office. And there is Sir/Senor Martin in it. My fellow North American, the only person whom i feel sympathy to. "Good morning, Sir", i smile at him. He only grunts and says to the matrons: "Strip her."

They take off the bata and Senor Martin, seeing the welts on my body, gets enraged. The following scene is hardly understandable for me. He mentions that "i was to be the highlight of this week's party", such mysterious words i ever have heard. He threatens Senorita Dolores that she will be hung up and whipped to within an inch of your life. Is it because she whipped me? It seems so, but it doesn't make sense for me. I was whipped in the another prison, even Senor Martin whipped me with his belt. Now he angrily commands the chief matron to take me to isolation and do everything "to have me in pure, pristine condition in time for the party". What can it be? Do they hold parties for the newcomers in the prison?

Wearing nothing but the blue-yellow striped bata i am taken into a small room where there is nothing but four bare walls and a bare stone floor. Some light is coming in through a small, grilled window, placed very high. I sit on the floor. It is good that i don't have handcuffs and gag any more. I can do also without the clothespins on my nipples, i state with a distorted smile in my desolation.

The subordinate guard comes in and smears some balm on my welts.

"You will be ok", she encourages me. Then she goes.

Nothing and nobody around. Is this the solitude of the private cells where prisoners go mad?

Nothing. Nobody. Silence. I take a strong effort not to cry.

"Hopkins!"

What it is? Nobody around. Nobody on the corridor.

"Hopkins!"

I am not Hopkins. Somebody else is called somewhere.

"Hopkins! Do you hear me?"

Four bare walls and the bare floor. The voice isn't coming from the direction of the small window.

I lift up my eyes.

"Hopkins! I am your fellow prisoner. Cautiously answer me."

The voice speaks from above, from the direction of the electric bulb.