Hellsgate Prison

The ordeal lasted until they became bored with their sport and I was made to dress and return inside where I was locked in my cell without breakfast still with the whistles and jeers of the wardresses ringing in my ears. I was on my hard, narrow little bed in the dark curled up into a ball as I wondered what further horrors awaited me in this terrible place created by my own imaginings. And I knew that it was my own imagination which imprisoned me here. It was my own warped fantasy life which would continue to produce torments to fill that dark, deep need which I had.