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From Orientation
for X.
III. Daily Routine - Evening Session: After the prisoner’s afternoon meal, take her
to the classroom. This is a small room
with just one student desk. Sit her down
in the seat and make her sit facing left.
Attached to
desk legs under chair find wood stocks for the occupant’s feet. This is a box with two holes in it. The apparatus swings 90 degrees to the left
for leg insertion and then back. Swing
them out until they click. Remove leg
chains. Unlock the box, place each foot
into it’s designated hole, then lock stocks snugly shut against the prisoner’s
ankles. Swing prisoner’s legs and stocks
into place under desk and lock in place.
Prisoner will now be facing forwards.
Bend
prisoner’s head down to desk. Place wire
crown on top of her head. This crown
consists of a circle of wire whose radius matches the back of the prisoner’s
skull. Attach wires from each side of
desk sides of to crown. The purpose of
this crown is to force prisoner to look straight down to desktop and to prevent
head motion in any other direction.
Keep
manacles on prisoner’s hands but lock them to designated chain on the
desk.
The result
of these procedures will be that the prisoner’s legs are immobilized by her
ankle restraints, her hands secured to desk and given just enough mobility to
write on paper laid in front of her, and her head and eyes restrained from
looking anywhere else but the papers placed under her on the desktop.
Procter
shall give her the writing assignment for the day. When command is given, the prisoner must
begin writing and continue to write without stopping. This mandatory “stream-of-consciousness”
exercise is an excellent interrogation technique which will cause prisoner to
divulge background information about herself that can be used against her in
other torment sessions.
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I have no
boyfriends. You already killed everybody
I had ever cared about. I have no other
names to give you. I don’t know why you
killed them. I don’t even know why you
are doing this to me. I am
innocent! Please let me go. I didn’t do anything wrong.
I used to
worry about dates with boys. I used to
worry about if he [sic] liked me or even if he thought I was pretty. I was sure I could never look as good as some
of the other girls.
But none of
this matters. I am condemned for
life. My life is over. I don’t even remember their names! I am your prisoner now.
* * * *
From Orientation
for X.
III. Daily Routine - Descent into the Dungeon: Bind prisoner with hands behind her back, leg
shackles, and blindfold. Guards on each
side of prisoner shall firmly hold her arms.
Enter Dungeon Building and slowly march her down stairs. Stop at landing. Slide heavy bomb-proof doors open. March prisoner through. Stop prisoner and close heavy doors close
behind her. Descend steps to
elevator. Be advised that dungeon used
to be old mine so that there are many steps to go down. Put prisoner in and descend to lowest
levels. Exit and continue descending
stairs to bottom. Unlike ascent in
mornings, prisoner must fully evening’s descents by walking down all the way
and hearing the heavy doors closing behind her.
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She was so
tired. We finished cuffing her
wrists. “No, I don’t want to go in
there,” she said. “Please don’t make
me.” I slid the blindfold over her
head. “I’d like to go back to my cage
now.” She added, “Please.”
The head
guard slid the door open. It hit the end
of it’s track with a loud boom. She
said, “The night air is actually quite pleasant, don’t you think? Ooo, feel that breeze.” We grabbed her arms and shoved her inside.
“Evening is
just the best time, right? Don’t you
guys think so? Anything to say? Guys?
Come on. Talk to me.” March, march, march. Down, down, down. Even to us it seemed as if we were being entombed
in the lowest caves of the Earth, one where we would never be found, one where
we would never escape and we were the guards and we could see our way in and
out. What must have it be like to Maria?
Down, down,
down. We came to the first bombproof
door. We halted her. The head guard inserted the key and slid it
open. Boom! The door was open. Maria sighed.
We marched her through.
Boom! The door was closed.
March,
march, march. Down, down, down. Her chatter was incessant and trivial. I wished she would shut up. The pitch of her voice went higher and higher. At the bottom of the elevator she started
sobbing. Her knees started to
buckle. We forced her to keep standing. Then we continued to march her down.
* * * *
From Orientation
for X.
III. Daily Routine - Down into the Pit: An automatic door separates the bottom level
from the lower dungeon. Bring prisoner
through and make her descend to platform.
Remove blindfold, handcuffs, and leg chain. Order her to remove her clothes and stand
naked. Hand her the white sleep garment
and order her to put it on. Put her 8
inch chains on her wrists and her leg chains on her ankles. She shall remain standing throughout the
procedure. Order her to raise her arms
in straight up vertical position. Lower
hook. Order her to place her wrist chain
over hook. Raise hook and prisoner and
position over her cell pit.
The pit is
20 feet down with vertical wall. There
are no handholds on the walls and no way to get out without the assistance of
the hook. Floor and walls are concrete. Cell furnishings consist of cot for sleeping
and bowel for toiletries. Prisoner’s
dress must be white so as to be visible in dim light.
When
prisoner reaches bottom, order her to lift her chain from hook. Raise hook.
Order her to place her sleep helmet on her head. Helmet operator will activate green light on
wall when helmet’s connection is made.
Look down into pit and observe that X has complied with all
requirements. X must remain standing
until you give her permission to move.
Then she may lay down in cot and go to sleep.
Leave pit
area and close door behind you.
In case of
any defiance of prisoner of any of these orders or procedures, remove her from
her pit immediately and return her to surface using sensory deprivation
procedures enumerated in morning wake-up section above. She will have forfeited that night’s sleep
period and punishment will commence.
Report to head guard for further instructions.
* * * *
We have now
descended into the lowest depths of the dungeon. It is so deep that everybody dreads climbing
the stairs on the trip back up. Every
time I come down here, I am oppressed by the stillness of the air and the dread
quiet. Nobody ever comes down here
except the detail assigned for the prisoner.
Oh, and the poor person assigned to clean up the prisoner’s pit. If the prisoner wasn’t there, nobody would
ever come down here at all.
X is never
as alone and as vulnerable as when she is in the pit. When we left, only her sleep helmet connected
her to the outside world and that only to the operator monitoring her signals
in the control room far above.
I pondered
the implications of this for my plan.
Yes, the pit will be a central scene of the murder.
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