Visitor in Super Max Sec prison, fourth meeting

I sat in my cell with my newspaper, I heard the lock on steel door open. It wasn't the time of the day's routine.
I was in the corner and leaned against the wall of my cell, that's the most comfortable place in my cell to spend time because then the chain between the collar and the wall doesn't put so much pressure on my neck.
"Prisoner, stand up and face the wall. Leave the newspaper on the floor!" the guard ordered.
I stood up slowly and turned to face the wall. The shackles and chains make me slow,  quick movements are also forbidden in any case, they could be understood as an attack on the guard.
The guard opened the cell's barred door and entered my cell. He visually checked that everything was in order, he took my newspaper and left the cell, the door locked again.
"Madam, the prisoner is ready for your visit" the guard said "knock on the door when you want to come out".
I smiled, now I knew that the visitor was the person I was waiting for. I had a good feeling about this visit.

"Hey prisoner, you can turn around and move to your chair," I heard the voice I had been waiting for.
"Your encounters with the guards seem very routine," she said.
"Hello Inspector, I was already a little worried about whether you would come here again. It's been almost two weeks since your last visit!" I greeted her.
"Have I somehow mixed up your schedule? Did you have something more important on your mind?" the inspector asked, irritably wondering.
"There's nothing more important to do," I said humbly, apologetically, "but I feel like I'm already addicted to our meetings. I always look forward to them!"
The inspector looked at me for a long time in silence, as if thinking.
I looked at her, liking what I saw.
To my satisfaction, she remained faithful to her leather attire. This time she had on a black knee-length leather skirt and a matching, stylish leather jacket. Under the jacket was a white, formal-looking collared shirt.
Practical leather boots that came below the knee completed the outfit. Her dark hair was neatly gathered up behind her head.

"I really hope that during this meeting you will stay on topic, answer my questions and not try to lead our conversation!" she said firmly.
"Have you always liked wearing leather?" I asked quickly and continued "Do you wear leather for the showiness and comfort it gives or because it emphasizes your professional authority?"
"You need to focus now!" she said sternly "This is going to be a very short meeting if you can't behave!"
She took a power break, staring at me hard.

"So... last time we ended up with the fact that I wanted you to tell me about your chains and restraints inside the cell" she said showing her dictation device.
"As you can see, I have a steel collar, a long chain is locked to it in the corner of the back wall of the cell," I began.
"I can see it but the dictation machine can't, so you have to explain things in detail," she explained patiently. "This is a good start."
"I have a chain around my waist that also goes to the wall, it's attached a little lower than the collar chain," I continued. "The chains are sized so that I can't reach the bars under any circumstances..."
"Continue" she urged me.
"There are several attachment points on the wall," she said, "also near the floor and on the sides, at different heights."
"Only your imagination is the limit for my security," I said, "According to the rules, only one chain can be locked to one attachment point at a time."
"However, the wall is made of strong reinforced concrete..." she thought, "it seems like a well-thought-out and extra-safe solution!"
"That's what I've been thinking too," I replied quietly.
"Let's continue the presentation," the inspector said.
"I have leg irons on my ankles, their intermediate chain is about 40 cm in this version" I explained.
"So there are several versions of them in use" she asked.
"Depending on the situation, yes" I answered.
"I can see that the middle link of the leg irons chain is larger than the others...?" she looked.
"Yes, in this model you can easily and quickly lock a vertical chain to the middle link which is also locked to my waist so that the intermediate chain of the leg irons does not drag the floor or the ground" I explained and continued "The vertical intermediate chain can also be locked between the handcuffs and the leg irons so that it forces my hands down when I walk or stand but still allows me to raise my hands if I sit".
"...or you are on the floor on your knees" she continued thoughtfully.
"We could also attach a wall chain between your leg irons like you have on your collar and waist..." she mused
"Do you think I should have an extra chain between the leg irons?" I asked.
"Hmmm... I can see that the paint on your cell floor has scratches," she said thoughtfully "if you had a vertical chain, it would keep the leg irons chain off the floor, so the floor would stay in good condition".
"....but I don't decide that, I'm just an inspector!" she said looking at me "many possibilities..."
"You have to understand that I also inspect and think about things and practices from the perspective of keeping the prison property in good condition!" she said thoughtfully.
"How are your ankles... do the shackles put strain on your ankles?" she asked
"Of course they do, especially this model which is considerably heavier than normal police-type shackles" I told her.
"How do you cope with them?" she asked.
"Do I have any alternatives?" I asked and continued "These cuffs and chains are heavy but they are also well designed, they are oval shaped and they are well designed on the inside edges".
"Can they be locked for long periods of time...?" she looked at the cuffs.
"I have a shower day twice a week, then the guards take them off for a while" I explained.
"And I get two pairs of clean, thick socks every time I shower," I explained, "the other socks I roll up into a tight long roll that I put inside the sock I'm wearing around my ankle so that the heavy cuff rests on it and doesn't rub against my ankle bones." "Wow, that sounds ingenious," she said admiringly, "but do you really get two pairs of socks? I think the regulations say a prisoner can only have one pair of socks!"
This was a surprising turn in the conversation, I hadn't expected that extra socks could be a problem!
Our conversation paused for a moment, the inspector looked at my shackles and ankles. I felt like I had made a big mistake talking about socks. I didn't even know they were forbidden!

"We'll talk more about hygiene and showers later," she said thoughtfully, "I need to see it in practice."
"What about your hands?" she asked after a pause "I can see that they are free".
"My hands are free when I'm inside the cell and the wall chains are locked" I raised my hands, which still had shiny steel cuffs on their wrists "I always have these cuffs on my wrists".
I shook my hands and the O-rings on the cuffs clinked audibly.
""Really convincing" the inspector said "I don't even see a lock on them?"
"They are locked with locking pins that can be opened or with special tools then you have to be careful because if the pin breaks in it can never be removed again" I explained.
"Ohhh... so you have to be very careful when the guards handle them" she admired.
"It humbles me, yes" I said.
"and the O-rings on the cuffs are easy to lock to, for example, a waist chain" she continued looking at me.
"Can you raise your wrists to your sides, as if they were locked to your waist? she asked.
I did so and he looked at me with a sigh.
"You seem to like your job," I said quietly.
The inspector blushed slightly and looked at me again.
"This job has its good points too," she said with a smile, "You can put your hand down again, thank you."

"Are there any exceptions to this routine?" she asked
"This is the so-called basic situation, possible additional punishments may be on top of that" I told him.
"What do you mean by additional punishments, how can you get them?"
"Bad, disrespectful attitude and behavior, suspicion of violence, stubbornness... an escape attempt. There are many reasons" I told her.
"Has that ever happened?" she asked.
"Sometimes it can happen, but it's often a misunderstanding. The situation often calms down within a few weeks," I said.
"In a few weeks..." she wondered. "Do you have the option to appeal these decisions?"
"That would be criticizing the guards' actions and I have no right to do that," I said.
She looked at me thoughtfully.

"Let's continue..." she said "The collar and its chain look heavy and uncomfortable?"
"I don't find the collar very uncomfortable. Of course, it restricts even my head movement, but it fits my neck well and doesn't put too much pressure on the nerves in my neck. It's like an effective neck brace, just heavier," I explained.
"You're used to it..."
"After small adjustments, I've gotten used to it, now it's almost an integral part of me," I said.
"What kind of adjustments?" she was interested.
"The shape of the edges of the inner surface of the collar has been worked in such a way that it is as practical as possible to wear. That way, it doesn't put too much pressure on the nerves and blood vessels in my neck, even though it is very tight," I explained.
"It really looks very tight and merciless, I didn't expect such precise design!" she was amazed.
"The original version was difficult to use but the modifications made a big difference. Even my headache eased when the collar was changed!" I smiled.
"The original one pressed on the blood vessels and tendons in your neck..." she said thoughtfully "it's great that they've taken care of it!"
"Perhaps the biggest problem here in the cell is the chain attached to the wall. When I'm further away from the wall, the heavy weight of the chain feels on my neck" I explained.
"I understand the problem" the inspector said looking at my chain.
"That's why I often sat on the floor next to the wall below the chain attachment," I explained, "so the chain rests on the floor and doesn't put pressure on my neck."
"So you don't always use your table and chair?" she asked.
"I usually sit here when I eat or watch TV," I explained.
"Do you have a TV?" she was surprised.
"There's a flat screen TV on the wall behind you," I smiled. "It's my entertainment center. I can watch TV, movies, series and news. I can also listen to the radio, etc."
"Ohhh," she turned to look behind her, "I thought it was some kind of control panel! So you can watch and listen to the news of the day?"
"Of course I can," I smiled proudly, "This is not some medieval dungeon!"
"Can you decide what you want to watch or listen to?" she wondered.
"I have a remote control on all day. It's built into this table so I can't reach it, but I can press the buttons," I told her, "everything works until nine o'clock at night, then it's evening activities and silence."
"I might need to see your evening activities and nighttime routines too," she mused quietly.
"So you eat inside the cell. Tell me about the routine," she demanded.
"I live here like a prince" I laughed "I'm served three meals a day!"
"How does that work in practice?" she asked.
"Do you see the table next to you?" I asked and she nodded.
"It's a solid, heavy table with a sliding mechanism on the tabletop. My meal is placed on the table and then it is slid through the hatch in the bars into the cell next to my table," I explained. "During that time, I stand in the corner facing the wall."
"When the food is served, I get permission to move to the table," I explained.
"You are given food like a dangerous animal," she was astonished "I've never heard of such a practice!"
"It's an established routine. It also makes the guards' work easier," I explained.
"Actually, the idea for the sliding table is mine. I wanted to make things as easy as possible," I said.
"It's strange to notice that you're almost defending and explaining how strangely you're being treated," she mused thoughtfully.

"Unfortunately, our time is running out again," she said, perhaps even wistfully.
"15 minutes is far too short a time," I said lamentingly.
"I've been here for almost 45 minutes," she smiled.
"We still have a lot of things to discuss," I said quickly, "will you come again?"
"I'll come again, I want to see things and your routines in practice," she said thoughtfully.
"Would you like to eat with me?" I asked suddenly, I don't know why.
"That sounds nice," she smiled, surprising me.
"So we have a date, I'll wait for it... whenever it suits you. You know where to find me!" I said excitedly.

She knocked on the door and turned off the dictaphone. The door opened and she was about to step out.
She paused again and said "you were very good at asking about my dressing style, I'll think about the answer for next time".

The door opened and she left, I heard the door locks close again.
"Thank you for visiting, Inspector," I said quietly to myself.