By Taurus
Part 10 – “Something Changed”
The number of days since James had last seen civilization, and treated like a member of it, just crossed into the triple digits.
100.
100 consecutive days locked in chastity without any clothes and almost always toiling for one thing or another.
Arnold, as ever, entered James’ cell in the morning, the occupant of which faced the other way from the cell door, owing to its symmetrical design whose task was to disorient. He spun himself around by instinct and knelt on his mattress, back straight, legs crossed, looking straight ahead and arms squared behind his back.
The many days where the same old stuff happens has allowed the slave and his handler to go through the day without much talking, if any at all. No need for commands if tasks could be done out of habit. The first day of perfect silence was day 25, and many more have been achieved since then.
Then again, when one spends most of their time gagged or muzzled with the threat of severe pain looming over them if they do try and say a word, one tends to keep a little quiet.
Not that you would have any choice.