**Day Two**
The morning bell woke me. Though I knew at once where I was, it took a few moments to work out what was happening and what was expected from me. My head was foggy from sleep, and I couldn’t yet recall what we were supposed to do other than vacate our beds. I nearly stood up as I rolled off mine, but luckily I remembered just in time that standing was strictly forbidden. Instead, I crouched next to my bed. “Present yourselves, properly!” our guard yelled. He was staring angrily at me, though I’m sure the other inmates were as befuddled as myself. He then reminded us ‘properly’ meant kneeling by the iron bars at the front of our cages with our knees six inches apart and our hands held behind our heads.
“It’s not my work to tell you lot what to do, only to make sure you all do it,” the guard bellowed. He walked along the row of cages glaring at our naked bodies. When he started banging his paddled against the bars, I was worried he might start hitting us with it. He was right, of course – our two instructrixes had drilled us on our morning routine last night. But to be fair to us, it usually takes time for such things to become second nature.