Some Followers have asked what is going on here, they are waiting for the continuation of the diary.

I have to say that nothing really new has happened.

I can't contact Erin, she doesn't answer me.
When I ask the Committee about it, they say that I have to understand that Erin is also now a prisoner under the rules.

I have heard the sounds of work from outside, from the lobby. Changes have been made/something has been built there.
I don't know more, I'm being kept in the dark. It's nothing new.

So we all just have to wait.

Last weekend was the first time another prisoner, Erin, was also here.
It was very confusing, especially for her. She had to learn a lot about a controlled and restricted life.

Last week, a smaller cell, actually a cage, was built next to my cell. It entered the space that is intended for the guard to move, so this space is now more cramped than before.
The change work doesn't affect me other than that the attachment point for my wall and floor chain was moved so that I can't go near that wall behind which is the new cage cell.
There is a steel mesh wall between my own cell and the new cell, so I can see there... and from there can see here.
The new, small cell is very simple and it was easy and quick to make.Only two steel mesh walls were needed, one of which has a lockable door.
The walls were bolted between the cell steel wall and the inner wall of the building.
Inside, the small cell has a table and a chair, they are bolted to the floor. There are some attachment points on the walls.
During the construction work (a few hours) I was on the floor of the shower room on my stomach, hogcuffed position. I didn't see the installers and they didn't see me.
The installation work was quick because all the necessary components had already been made elsewhere.

Everything was ready for a few days so nothing happened, maybe my excitement leveled off and everything became a normal routine again.

On Saturday afternoon, before my meal, the door of the prison ward opened and I saw Ilona and two other members of the Committee enter, they came behind the steel mesh of my cell.
"Hello prisoner" Ilona greeted me.
I answered the greeting happily, it was nice to get the change I had been waiting for.
"Today you will get another prisoner here. We may need to go over some rules before that," Ilona said seriously and nodded to one of the Committee members.
The man came closer to the wall and looked at me, he even tested the strength of the steel wall with his hand.
"prisoner, you are well used to this life but we have a problem we have talked about before" he said seriously.
"It's about discipline and following the rules" he continued "You have certain rules of behavior that you've been told many times but you still have problems with them. They're just simple rules though".
"For example, the rules say that the prisoner has to stand up when other people enter the same space," the man said calmly.
"But you are now outside the cell" I said quietly.
“We were in the same space as soon as the door opened and we saw you… and you saw us” You didn't even try to stand up. In fact, you're still sitting there even though we're here!" The man said angrily, "according to the rules, a prisoner must always stand when meeting a guard if the restraints don't prevent it.
"You also didn't greet properly when the Committee member greeted you when we arrived!" he continued.
"Please stand up and put your hands in the basic position behind your back, please," Ilona said in an almost gentle voice.
"Yes ma'am" I answered in an enhanced loud voice and did the assigned things.
"Thank you" Ilona said "You have no reason to rebel. We don't demand too much from you, just the basics".
"...we understand that things can be forgotten and modified so that they are easier to follow, that happens to both sides, on both sides of this steel mesh, but now we all have to improve, we can't set a bad example for the new prisoner!" Ilona explained patiently.

"So you know that a new prisoner is coming here" Ilona explained "she is not here all the time, she is here in special max security two days a week. The two of you have common facilities which of course you use at different times, under strict supervision. The other prisoner has also her own, isolated space, like you have now. But you are also sometimes together in the same space, only a steel wall etc. between you ".
"Ma'am, may I ask. Where is she the rest of the time, five days a week?"
"It's none of your business" The man next to Ilona said firmly.
"You can ask her herself when you two are together. She can tell you if she wants to," Ilona said calmly.

"Back to the topic ..." Ilona said "We now expect you to fully respect the rules and behave according to them. We have told the new prisoner all the rules and she has said that she understands them. However, it is very important that you act as a good example so that everything goes smoothly! "

"You will get your meal soon and after that, in the afternoon we will bring the new prisoner to her own little day cell next to you" Ilona said calmly.
"Have a nice day prisoner" she said and they all turned and walked to the door and out.

to be continued...

continuation

The guard brought me a portion of the meal. Since the new cage is now built close to my cell, the guard cannot give me a meal from my cell hatch, it has remained behind the new cage and therefore cannot be used.
When I heard the steel door of the big room open, I remembered what the Committee members told me so I stood up.
I stood with my hands behind my back and my legs spread as far as the skirt and legcuffs would allow.
"Move to the wall, turn around, face the wall" the male guard said.
I did as I was told, it's basically the "new normal" practice.
In principle, I could do that as soon as they enter the great room, but the rules state that I have to face the guards first and then turn around only when they tell me to.
When I had moved and turned, cell's door opened and the female guard placed my food tray on the table. The man was close to me but did not touch me.
They left the cell and I heard the door lock. I stood still until I heard them also leave the big room.
This practice was easier before the new cell. Then my food tray was put on the small table in the mesh wall hatch, I took it from it and ate my food. Now this matter has become more difficult and complicated.

I sat and ate my meal. It contained minced meat and mashed potatoes, salad too.
There were also three small water bottles, one I used for meals and the other two I left in storage for the day.

After half an hour the door opened and the guard entered. I stood up and took the basic position again.
"Turn and look at the wall" the guard said.
I did so and the guards entered the cell.
The male guard locked the handcuffs behind my back. He removed my long waist chain from the wall and wrapped it tightly between my handcuffs so that my wrists were locked tightly against my back. The rest of the chain dangled from his hand and acted like a leash.
Then he removed the floor chain from the intermediate chain of the leg irons and the chain from the collar.
He guided me by the hand to turn to the door and thus he led me out of cell. The woman was waiting in the doorway when we were outside, she got my food tray.

We walked to the door of the outdoor area, the chain of leg irons made noise as always.
The guard placed me next to the door, facing the wall, and opened the door. He always had a grip on the chain with which he was leading me.
The sun was shining outside when we stepped out.
"Standing or sitting?" the guard asked me.
"Standing" I replied.
I knew that when I choose to stand, it also means that I can walk short distances back and forth next to a horizontal bar attached to the wall.
If I had chosen to sit, I would have been locked in a chair where I would have sat the entire time outside.
...life is full of choices.

Guard directed me to the side of the wall where a horizontal bar is attached to the wall.
The pole has a big sliding ring to which the guard locked the chain behind me. He adjusted the chain quite short.
However, I was able to walk a little, even if the bar is not long, a few meters here and there.
The weather was sunny but not very warm. However, the difference from yesterday was considerable, yesterday it rained and the wind was very cold.
The guard was sitting on a chair near me and browsing the web on his cell phone.
Then the door opened and Ilona stepped out of the house, she nodded to the guard and the guard went inside the building.

Ilona moved the chair a little closer, but so that she was sitting in the sun, it was nice and warm in the yard now because there is no wind there.

"How are you, Miisa?" she asked me.
Since she used my name, I understood that it is an informal conversation where there is no need to observe the official rules.
"I'm a bit puzzled by all of this" I replied "Maybe even a bit scared of what's going on. I see clear changes in practices and routines and I'm not sure I like them!"
"I understand very well," Ilona said thoughtfully, "We've had, as it were, a solid community where things have progressed according to the routines brought by habit".
"You have to...however, we all have to understand that now that a new member comes to the community, we have to sharpen our rules" Ilona said "otherwise the end result will be a complete disaster".

"please, walk a little. You need exercise because you sit so much" Ilona said worriedly.
I was standing in a somewhat difficult position because my wrists were very effectively locked at the narrowest point of my waist, behind my back. It was not a relaxed position.
I told Ilona about it. She got up from the chair and came to look at my hands and my difficult position.
"I can see the problem" she said "the guard used a very strong technique to lock your arms. Unfortunately I can't help with this now, I don't even have the keys... and the rules don't allow restraints to be opened suddenly for no reason. I'll talk to the guard ".
"Do you feel this?" She squeezed my fingers with her gloved hand".
I nodded painfully.

She moved back to the chair to sit. She looked good, once again. Black leather motorcycle jacket, Dark brown leather pants and sweater, black leather boots and gloves. Stylish sunglasses.
"It's almost the end of the month" she said calmly "That means you get clothes that are more suitable for summer. Leather is beautiful and practical but it's not always suitable for hot summer" She laughed.
That was nice news. I like my clothes, but a summer change is important to me. It breaks the usual routine.
We were silent for a while. I was silent because my position was a bit painful. Ilona seemed to be enjoying the summer day.
The door to the outdoor area opened and the guards stepped out of the building.

"prisoner, you will now be transferred back to your cell and to your own routine" Ilona said seriously, also so that the guards could hear it.
"The other prisoner is already in her own cell, so you can talk freely and you can guide her in the routines," she finally concluded.
"Yes Ma'am" I said obediently.
"I will also talk to the guard about the matter you mentioned" Ilona added and left the place.
The guard looked at me questioningly but didn't say anything, he untied me from the wall bar and guided me towards the open door.

continuation

We entered the building. The guard leads me directly to the door of the cell combination.The woman opened the doors so that we went straight to the toilet/shower room. The guard attached my collar to the wall chain and I waited for him to open my handcuffs but he didn't.
The woman lifted my skirt up and pulled my panties down. The man directed me to sit on the seat.
It was different from the normal routine. Now my hand was painfully locked up behind my back and I had to pee in an awkward position.
After I finished that, the woman wiped my crotch area dry again.
I didn't say anything, I just wondered why a simple and functional practice was now so difficult. Usually, normally my hands are free when I'm locked in the wall chain, that wasn't the case now.
I was helped to stand, the woman put my clothes properly and the man removed the wall chain. I was taken to my day cell where I was placed facing the wall and attached to floor and wall chains. Then, finally I got my hands free again.
I waited until the guards left the cell and locked the door.

My arms and wrists were so sore that I could hardly move them.
I was so focused that I hadn't even noticed to think that Erin was sitting behind the mesh wall, in her own little cell.
She was looking horrified and crying. I looked at her and noticed that she looked different than usual.
Then I realized it was because she doesn't have any makeup on, her hair was in a simple ponytail.

"I think this is a terrible mistake" she cried "I shouldn't be here!"
"It can be difficult at the beginning" I tried to reassure her "things will get easier once you've gotten into all the practices".
I watched her through the mesh wall. She sat on the chair looking miserable, she looked out of shape and small.
She still had handcuffs on her wrists, they were attached to a tight leather belt around her waist.
On her arms, above the elbows, were leather cuffs that were connected by a belt behind her back. They didn't force the elbows together, they just prevented the arm from moving forward.
Around her neck was a steel collar, similar to mine. Between the collar and the wall was a shiny chain.
I didn't see it but I assume she also has legcuffs.

"They forced me into an internal body examination" she cried in shock "They put their fingers inside me! They even examined my mouth and my hair..."
"Did they find anything?" I tried to ask matter-of-factly, although I was even a little amused. How had she assumed he wouldn't be checked?
"It's normal practice when a person enters the prison" I told "A prisoner coming in could bring something forbidden inside. That's why the inspection is an important part of the routine".
"It's humiliating!" she cried.
"In some, larger prisons, it may be a practice that a prisoner who enters defecates in a transparent bucket from which the guard can check that there is nothing prohibited among the excrement. If the prisoner does not agree, she must wear overalls that are locked at the neck and wrists. Then just wait for nature to does the job!" I told.
"I know that" she sobbed "It's a topic that has been appealed to the European Court of Humanity, I've read about it at school".
"What you're experiencing is a much easier way" I said cheerfully "It's not a big deal, it's just routine".
"It wasn't done before I came here to see you," she said quietly.
"You weren't a prisoner then, and we didn't have a chance to be close to each other, so you couldn't have given me anything," I explained.
"Do I have to submit to an examination every time I come in here" she was still crying.
"That decision is made by the Committee/guard, but I think it's a permanent routine for you," I said quietly.
This thing seemed to upset Erin a lot, she has a lot to deal with, I thought.

"Tell me" I asked "why are you here?"
"I admired your lifestyle, the way you have given away all the stress, someone belongs to a stressful life" she answered quietly.
"It might not be like that" I chuckled.
"During our meetings and shared moments with everyone, you are very relaxed and seem to be enjoying everything that is part of your prisoner life," Erin said.
"My life has been stressful studying, my parents expect a lot from me. I was crushed under it! When I finally graduated and almost immediately became an assistant in a law firm. It meant that I had no free time, my bosses expected me to be available all the time, I worked incredibly work but nothing was enough!" she continued.
"When I'm a young lawyer now and everyone assumes that I work even more" she still continued "in addition, I'm expected to be available for evening meetings and other client meetings at any time!"
"I talked about my situation to Nina and she understood me. After some time, Ilona and the rest of the Committee said that they have a solution to my problem". she explained "they emphasized that this requires a complete commitment from me".
"So they created a system where I have to let go of the work pressure, even for a moment" she continued "I am committed to the full control of the Committee 24/7/365".
I thought about what I heard, basically I understood it but maybe I didn't really want to believe that she would completely throw away her career.

We were silent for a long time, I thought about what I heard. Even I found it very strange!.
"What kind of deal have you made?" I asked.
"I am here two days a week under full max security supervision. Five days I am out of here, but I have electronic supervision to ensure that I carry out the predetermined schedule and plan". she explained.
"It means that on a normal day I can go to the office at 8:00 in the morning and return home at 6:00 in the evening. During the day, I have to notify the upcoming movements in advance, which can be monitored electronically".
"What kind of electronic surveillance?" I asked. I was interested in that.
"An anklet and a mobile phone that locates me all the time, they have to be in the same place all the time"
"So you can do your work normally and even meet customers and people," I stated.
"Yes, within the set times" she replied "but I can't go out in the evening to meet people or party. That's a good thing. Now I have a reason to refuse all of that".
"You won't miss it?" I answered. I still miss my free moments more than fifteen years ago, I think...
"My evening meetings were often related to my work and I didn't like them. Sometimes they also led to uncomfortable sex with a person I didn't even know properly!" Erin said "Now I have a good reason to say no to them!"
"Are you going to tell your bosses and clients that you are a controlled prisoner?" I was amazed.
"Of course not" Erin even smiled a little "A private person has the right to decide her own affairs, there is no need to explain them to anyone. This all just strengthens me to act as I should".

"what happens if you can't follow the rules outside?"
"There are penalties for that, maybe my time here will be longer. I guess it depends on the case. That won't happen!"
"So you're here every weekend?"
"The rule is two days a week, they can be any day, although weekends are easier to organize. I have the opportunity to work remotely here, just like you".
"It's hard for you to work because your hand is strongly restrained now" I laughed.
"It's just getting used to it" Erin said "Once I prove that I've settled in here and I'm not a danger to myself or others, I'll just have the same restraints as you!"
I felt that Erin was already starting to cheer up after the initial shock.

"You said your contract is 24/7/365. Can't it end?" I asked.
"The contract has a clause similar to yours, the 3-month rule. For me, it's 1 month initially". Erin explained.
It sounded like a reasonable solution, so Erin had time to get used to it and think about the reasonableness of her solution.

"We've also agreed that every two-day period here ends with an Orgasm session. It helps me settle into the rhythm here!" Erin said happily.

...now was the time when my world collapsed... I had understood that we are basically equal prisoners, but that news shocked me.
My Orgasm interval is a month, sometimes much longer. Now I heard that the new prisoner can orgasm four times more often!

continuation

I was a little surprised that there was such a big difference in the time intervals of the O-sessions. I definitely have to talk about it to the Committee, practically to Ilona.

"Doesn't anyone miss you when you're here?" I asked "outside your limited life also makes friendships difficult".
"I don't really have many real friends" Erin said quietly "I've already led an isolated life because my parents demand so much from me to study. It didn't get better when I graduated and entered the working life".
"You said something about work meetings and evening parties with clients and colleagues..."
"Ahhh... those are things my father forces me to do. He thinks it's part of networking with colleagues and developing my career" Erin said "I have to please everyone to maintain the company's reputation".
"Your father?" I asked confused.
"My dad owns the law firm where I work" Erin explained "He thinks he's going to make me some kind of big shot follower and now he's making me work hard so I can grow into my position. I HATE all of that".
"Does he force you to have sex with customers?" I asked shocked "you said something like..."
"Of course not" Erin laughed "He wants me to please important clients and sometimes it's very difficult to keep boundaries so that the client is not disappointed. Sometimes it's easier to agree than to refuse and cause harm to the company".
"Sometimes I've consciously looked for sex in restaurants and nightclubs, without commitment," Erin continued, "but those are very sad stories where I run home before morning."
"Why don't you want to commit?" I asked
"It would hinder my career and everything my parents expect from me," she replied.
"you are a young woman, have you thought about children and family for you?" I asked.
"My parents must have thought of that too" She was now very anxious "Perhaps they have planned to find a groom who will be useful for the company. We would make the child so that I would give birth to it during the summer vacation and thus I could immediately return to work. It is easy to hire a nanny for the child.. .".
"The most important thing in everything is the company's interest and reputation," she cried.

I felt sad when I listened to Erin.
If I understood, she had been living a strongly controlled life for a long time, since she was a child, which she has not been able to influence. She had done everything to please her parents.
She had certainly experienced happy moments, but her path is strongly different from mine.
And now we sit in adjacent cells chained....a strange world.

"Are you sure this is the right solution for you?" I wondered "Have you talked to anyone about these things? I think you could talk to Nina first, think about the future together".
Erin was close to breaking point and I don't want that to happen. In my opinion, a good therapist would be able to give her a new perspective.
"Maybe so" Erin said "But I am a person trained to make inferences and risk assessments. This is the change my life needs and I want to try this!"
"Do you take any medication? for depression or something... or do you use drugs? alcohol?" I asked.
"The committee asked me exactly the same questions" Erin laughed "Don't be afraid, I'm not addicted to any external medicine or drug".

"I'm sorry but I have to focus on doing my work for a while" I said.
Although my clients and computer time have been reduced, I have to make sure that I do the agreed work tasks. Now a sports event was about to start, the photos of which I will pass on to the media.
I thought that I also need to talk to the Committee about how I can focus on my work when Erin is in the cage next to me. I'm not used to full-time company.

"Try to get used to your surroundings and your restrictions. It will make you feel better" I said kindly "Remember that restraints won't hurt you as long as you treat them sensibly".
"A good way to get to know the limitations is to test how they allow you to move" I advised "you get up and carefully test how you have opportunities and space to move. Then you adapt to it".
Erin wisely began to survey her surroundings. She stood up and quickly noticed that the wall chain attached to her collar was effectively limiting her movement.
She walked a few steps, all that was possible in the small cell. eventually the floor chain limited the mobility of her legs.
She tried to move her arms but it was almost impossible. Her wrists were locked in handcuffs and the handcuffs were locked in front of her in a tight belt that went around her waist. Above the elbows were leather cuffs that were reasonably connected to each other with a leather strap, with a reasonable gap in between.

I watched her for a while. She was wearing a denim dress. The sleeves were up to the elbows and the hem was at knee height. A tight belt around the waist looked good, highlighting her waistline.
She looked like a proper prisoner. I thought I would get a similar prison outfit for the summer. Thus, we would have matching uniforms.

I am sorry that I have not been able to write a follow-up to my diary report.

Erin has already been here for 3 two-day periods, but I think it's important that I also tell exactly what happened in the first days.
It takes more time than I thought
I hope you can be patient.

This decision is big for Erin, but at the same time it gives an "acceptable" reason for her to break away from the life her parents have created for her.
I can probably tell that he is still (after three weeks) struggling with these things.

You're not the only follower who thinks Chastity would be good for Erin.
I can't comment on it, but your opinion will find the Committee through this as well.

In comparison to our O sessions, I got nervous too quickly and spontaneously said/wrote my opinion about it.
Maybe you can call it jealousy, which now seems a little unnecessary.
The funny thing here is that Erin has said that she finds the O-sessions scary and even a bit violent for her, but she has to endure them (she is trying to talk to the Committee about them).
On the other hand, I am satisfied if my O-session periodization remains unchanged and as effective and surprising as before.

...so my outburst was a bit thoughtless and pointless. I'm sorry about that.

continuation

I was doing my routine, Erin was silent, only the clink of her chains could be heard as she walked back and forth inside her cell. If can say walking because the distance was only maybe 2 m and even that was limited by chains.

The door to the big room opened and the guards entered.
Erin was already standing and I stood up too. I put my legs as wide as the legcuffs would allow and put my hands behind my back.
The guard walked near the cell's and pointed at me with his hand.
"Move further away, next to the wall" he ordered.
The order seemed amusing to me, I was locked in my cell and also secured with chains. I don't think it mattered if I stood in the middle of the cell or next to the wall.

After I had moved, the Female Guard went to the door of Erin's cell.
"Turn around, face the wall" she ordered.
Erin looked at me, I saw confusion in her eyes, maybe fear too. However, she did as ordered.
The woman opened the door and the man entered the cell. He removed the collar chain from the wall, then the woman crouched down and removed the floor chain from the legcuffs hobble chain.
The man held tightly to the chain, he lifted it up a little so that Erin had to stand very poised. He then led Eri out of the cell and towards the door to the outdoor area.
Erin looked at me alarmed, I nodded to her and smiled encouragingly.
I understood that now is Erin's outdoor time.
When they had left the room, I sat down on the chair again and continued my work. I was kind of relieved because now I had at least an hour of time to work without interruptions.

I worked efficiently and accomplished many things.
Finally I heard when the door to the outdoor area was unlocked. I stood up and took the basic position again next to cell's back wall.

The male guard ushered Erin in, they went straight to my big cell door and from there through the night cell to the toilet/shower area.

I had a strange feeling again, I was offended that my cell area was used for passage... and my toilet was used by someone else!
That's when I realized the ridiculousness of my thoughts. Of course, another prisoner uses the same facilities as me, even though they were originally built for me.
During all this time I was here, I was used to the idea that they are only meant for me... I now realized the childishness of my thoughts.

Because the cells only have steel nets and walls, I heard noises when they were in the toilet. I heard strict orders, I think I also heard Erin's muffled sobs. I heard the sound of the shower and the toilet flushing.
I had never thought that there is no real privacy in my area. However, it has not been necessary because all this was intended only for me.
I knew they were coming out so I moved to stand in my place again, the basic position.

The guards came with Erin, they walked out of the cells and moved from their side to Erin's cell door.
I saw that Erin was walking painfully and looked very upset. She had been crying and was now visibly sobbing. She still had her elbows locked behind her back and handcuffs on her wrists. The handcuffs were locked to the belt in front of the waist.
The female guard opened the cell door and the man ushered Erin inside. He immediately locked the collar chain to the wall again. The woman locked the legcuff in the floor chain.
"Stand there, face the wall!" the guard ordered.
The woman placed a small plastic water bottle and a wide, deep plate on the table.
The guards moved out of the cell and without a word walked out of the area. We heard the doors lock.

Erin looked at me and burst into tears.
"I can't stand this!" she said quietly "This is too much for me. This is completely different than I thought!"
"Sit down and calm down" I said calmly "Then you will tell me what happened".
"I knew the outdoor area and the routines there" Erin said "But I didn't realize how it feels to be locked in a short chain where I can only walk a few steps. Also, the guards ordered me to move all the time, I wasn't allowed to stop and only stand!"
"It's good to move when you're otherwise restricted and sit a lot" I said "You yourself told me that when we discussed the importance of exercise".
"My ankles hurt terribly, the legcuffs are somehow locked incorrectly" Erin cried.
I looked at her ankles through the mesh wall. Only then did I realize that she only has low tennis shoes and not even socks to protect her ankles.
"Are the cuffs too tight?" I asked
"Basically no, I don't have a problem when I sit but when I walk or stand they hurt the back of my ankle" Erin complained.
"Achilles tendon" I knew "When the ankle is at rest, everything is ok but when you stand without shoes...or with low shoes like now, the Achilles tendon comes out more and the cuffs hurt it".
"That's why you have boots with heels" Erin looked at my boots.
"My boots are also modified to have stronger protection under the cuffs" I explained "they prevent all pain, I only feel the restrictions given by the chain".
"Why don't I have any?" Erin asked in pain.
"You'll have to ask the Committee about that," I replied.

"What happened in the toilet?" I asked.
"They didn't release my hands when I was sitting on the seat!" Erin said angrily "They locked my collar chain to the wall and the lady lifted my skirt up. I had to pee while the guards were watching me!".
I understood his indignation, but I couldn't be upset by it. It's basic life here.
"Did you wash yourself after you peed?" I asked
"She washed and dried me carefully" Erin replied quietly.
Then everything is fine" I stated.

"I'll tell you something about the history of prison service," I said "Before, a long time ago, prisoners had no rights. Often a prison sentence was started by treating the prisoner badly, there was humiliation, abuse, physical punishment, starvation and discipline. The prisoner could be beaten many times and if it went well, the prisoner learned her/his position and thus the treatment could be changed for the better. Sometimes the prisoner achieved a good position and a life inside the prison, but she/he knew all the time that mistakes or resistance could make things worse again".

"Is it the same principle here?" Erin asked shocked.
"Of course not so brutally" I reassured him "But I think it's a kind of sample of what imprisonment here can be at its worst. I'm sure that things will change for you too when you've internalized the basics.
"Have you experienced the same?" she asked quietly.
"In practice something similar and I'm basically happy about it" I said "Now I know my limits and how I have to behave in order to live a happy but disciplined life".

"You've been crying so much now it would be nice if you could drink some water" I said nodding towards the water bottle on his desk.
I can't!" she got nervous and tested the movement with her hands.
"You can when you calm down and think" I said reassuringly "Take a water bottle, open it and pour the water on a plate. Then you can drink it directly from the plate without the help of your hands".
"It's humiliating, I can't drink like an animal! Erin was shocked.
"I guess you have no choice now" I said "Of course you can not drink but no one recommends it!"
As if for an example, I opened my own water bottle and took a long gulp. I of course could use my hands now.
Erin fought back at first but then thirst won, she took the water bottle and opened it, then she moved closer to the table and the plate. He emptied the bottle onto a plate.
She looked at me miserably and I gave her an encouraging nod.
Finally he drank water from the plate, he seemed very thirsty.

I looked at her and at the same time I wondered how she could bear all this. Maybe this is too much for her.
Should I try to talk to the Committee?

After drinking, Erin already seemed to calm down a bit. She sat quietly, her nose and chin still wet from drinking.
She looked at me and even smiled a little.