By PrisonCub
I was guided into a concrete block room with a cubicle made of the same metal as the toilet in my cell. A black phone receiver was connected to a metal cord that fed into the wall. A shelf stretched across the cubicle and in the middle of the shelf was a metal ring that was bolted to it. On the floor directly under the shelf was another metal ring except this one was bolted to the concrete floor.
By PrisonCub
If sitting in the little cage was part of a plan to scare the living shit out of me, it was working. The room had ten of these fucking little cages. No windows that I could see. Florescent lights mounted to the ceiling and of course one was failing so the thing was flickering and humming. I just sat there in stiff prison denim and restraints.
By PrisonCub
How in the hell had I gotten here?
I was walking down a long, drab, institutional green hallway with a Sheriff’s Deputy holding each bicep with leather-gloved hand. The Deputies were dressed in two shades of gray; light gray shirts and dark gray pants. The patches on their arms indicated the County Sheriff’s Office where I lived.