existencialistsdungeon:He called it the “isolation cell” or sometimes the “silent
existencialistsdungeon:He called it the “isolation cell” or sometimes the “silent room”. It was used as punishment and in her mind, that thing was the worst. The room wasn’t high enough to stand properly. It was cold and the floor was covered in dirt. Then there was the smell - like oil. But the worst was the noise. There was this big machine right next to her - she wasn’t sure what it was. Some sort of boiler or something totally different, the only thing she knew was that is was loud as hell. A dull and monotonous sound of an old rusty engine. And every few hours a loud bang from inside the thing, something inside that thing was totally broken, she was sure of that. She wasn’t able to sleep at all, and if she managed to fall asleep one of those loud bangs would wake her up anyway. Then there was a headache - a constant migraine from the smell and the noise. She wasn’t able to think straight. This was really fucked up - the whips, canes, and tasks where nothing compared to this nightmare.A few days after she was kicked in her new “cell” she felt miserable enough to tell him and ask him about getting relocated. After she was done cleaning master toilet and bathroom upstairs she dared to talk to him about that topic. She was on the floor licking his feet while begging in tears for getting relocated. Even if that would mean a small cage again - anything would be better then this. She degraded herself as much as possible in front of him, in order to put him in a generous mood. But it was all for nothing, the last thing she heard was how he said something about “new shoes sometimes hurt before they fit” - then her mind faded into horror and loathing - she wasn’t able to understand what he was saying next she was already too far away for that. She got grabbed by the collar and dragged back to the hellhole. -- source link