Hitchhiker (M/F, some F/F)

[Bandit666]

I’ve really really like the last few chapters so much, from Jack realising how lucky he is to have Elsa to the soft tenderness between them, so loving and in a strange way romantic. But I can’t wait for Alcatraz and what might happen, while hoping maybe Dana and the girls will join them

Wonderful as always Grand Master @slackywacky

[FabianStr2016]

As always, great continuation! I really liked the gag-explanation of jack

[slackywacky]

Great chapter and update. Love the daughters working together to tie mom up early and often.

Thanks, they were quick learners. And Dana gets the chores done.

I’ve really really like the last few chapters so much, from Jack realising how lucky he is to have Elsa to the soft tenderness between them, so loving and in a strange way romantic.

Glad you like them. Jack is learning

Simply wonderful Beginning with the Entry. The Intimacy, the simple Conversation between Elsa and Jack. Alcatraz sounds like a fantastic Idea!.

Thanks. Yeah, looking forward to Alcatraz. Have a bunch of ideas, but first the other stories get an update. Although that might be happening soon, as I want to continue on this story...

Elsa in Alcatraz. Too much to think about.

I know the feeling

Thank you all for commenting. Will be updating 'It is still just a game" after posting this.

[Beaumains]

I am not sure how, but I predict that Alcatraz will have a prisoner again after 60 years. Sending your main characters in a bondage story to the most infamous prison in the world has only one way to end. I am curious how you will reach that end. Great work as always. It seems like Dana's parenting days have become a lot harder (and more fun).

[laz]

great chapter

[maelfe]

Always a pleasure to read a new chapter. great work there

[slackywacky]

I am not sure how, but I predict that Alcatraz will have a prisoner again after 60 years.

I have a suspicion that it will. I have some ideas of what I want. Funnily, I can't wait to start on the next chapter, but I will update Bondage model by choice and All in the family first.

Thank you all for commenting.

[anita7824]

I really like this series and I have been following your updates. Although the story is long, it seems that there are still many possibilities to be explored, perhaps allowing Elsa to encounter a real kidnapping...

[GwenGagged]

I love how this story has been going on for three years and it’s still as exhilarating as it was when you first started. I wish a network would option it for a series, it’s that good.

[slackywacky]

I love how this story has been going on for three years and it’s still as exhilarating as it was when you first started. I wish a network would option it for a series, it’s that good.

Time flies when you are having fun

And it keeps going, as there is a new chapter below.

[slackywacky]

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Just so you know, this is a transition chapter, light on bondage.
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Chapter 114

“When you are in the area, drop by?” Dana told us.

“We will.” Elsa replied, leaning out of the passenger side window of the tractor.

We were ready to head out towards San Francisco. It was just past 8 AM. After lunch yesterday, we, well the girls, had released Dana, and we had gone to the beach, which was not far. Ventura has a beach that was used by surfers, so we enjoyed the sun, sand and surfers. Although it was clear that the surfers enjoyed us too, specifically Elsa and Dana. Both women, dressed in miniscule two-piece bikini’s, had attracted a lot of attention. They got lots of looks and sometimes comments, but most of them the women ignored. In the evening, we had enjoyed a barbecue with some friends from Matt and Dana, which meant nobody got tied up, but with the warm weather it had been a nice relaxing time. I had indicated we would leave the next morning, as I wanted to get my cargo delivered. We spent the night in the room above the garage again, Elsa and I enjoying ourselves.

“Say hi to my brother-in-law and my sister.” Dana called out, standing on the curb.

We had learned that Matt and his brother had married sisters. Matt was married to Dana, Clint, who was Matt’s older brother, had married Paula, Dana’s older sister. They had some wild stories from their younger days when the four were dating. Clint worked for a security company, and one of the projects they worked on was Alcatraz. He had climbed up the ranks to being the head guy for the old prison. In contrast to Dana and Matt, Clint and Paula did not have kids, by choice.

“Let’s go.” I said, as the heavy diesel engine came to life.

Matt had returned to work on the base at 6 AM, so Dana and her daughters were waving us off.

“Remember to untie your mother occasionally.” Elsa told Beth and Sammy.

“We will.” Beth replied.

“Occasionally.” Sammy added.

“Lucky me.” Dana grinned.

Our destination was almost 400 miles away, Pier 45, Shed B. I had several options for a route but decided to take US-101N and CA-1N. It was not the fastest route, but I wanted Elsa to enjoy the coastline and CA-1N was running along the coast. And 101N would lead us right into San Francisco. But first we needed to get out of Ventura. At least the streets were wide enough for a tractor trailer combination.

“Am I good on your side?” I asked Elsa, as I made a left turn into East Prospect Street which had parked cars on both sides of the road. We made another left onto North Ventura Avenue.

It was not busy, but there was enough traffic to keep me on my toes. Luckily, getting to US 101 was easy. One right turn from North Ventura Ave onto West Main Street brought us to the on-ramp for US-101N. The road was also called Screaming Eagle Highway. It ran right along the coast here. The beaches here were state parks and we could see they were busy. US-101N was also CA-1 here, but soon after leaving Ventura they split up, CA-1 running west of US101N. I stayed on the main road, it did not make a difference for the view, the Pacific Ocean was visible next to us. The other road, CA-1 was more used to access the beaches and parks.

“I thought you wanted to go on highway 1?” Elsa asked.

Dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, her blond hair freshly washed, she looked radiant.

“Yes, we will, but not here. Using 1 would just delay us.” I said.

I noticed that the cabin had been cleaned up, and it had not been me doing it.

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome.” Elsa grinned. “Don’t get me wrong, you are pretty good at cleaning up, but it needed a woman’s touch, and since I was not tied up for a change, I did some work yesterday.”

I laughed as I was indeed particular about keeping my cabin clean.

“Maybe I should tie you up as a reward.” I said.

“Let me enjoy the scenery for a change.” She laughed.

“Okay.”

I had no problem not tying her up today. It was nice just to drive without anything happening in the cabin. And I had already robbed her of seeing the scenery in several states, so this time she could watch the scenery go by. The wind-swept coastal line was beautiful.

“Look how blue the water is.” Elsa said as we continued driving on US-101N.

Suddenly her phone started to ring.

“Oh, my mother.”

“Say hi.” I grinned.

“Hej mamma, hur mår du?”

The conversation went back and forth, but I had no clue what they were talking about. Most of the time her mother would call her, sometimes when she was tied up, which was sort of fun. But my attention was on the road ahead of me, not with Elsa being on the phone. I did not need to get in an accident. Occasionally I did hear my name being mentioned, but I had no context to why. The call lasted for around 60 minutes, which was long for calls with her mother.

“My mother says hello.” Elsa said as she placed her phone on the dashboard.

For a few moments Elsa stared out of the window.

“You miss her?” I asked.

“Yes, I do. She and I are very close, and we live not far from each other, so we did lots of things together. Don’t get me wrong, I love being here with you, but I do miss her.”

“I am sorry.”

“For what?” Elsa asked, looking at me.

“Keeping you away from her.”

“But you are not. If I had not met you, I would still be hitchhiking. Me not seeing my mother is not your fault, that is my own choice. But that does not mean I like it.”

“Okay, sorry I asked.” I grinned.

“You better be.” Elsa laughed. “Where are we?”

“We’re about one third of the way.” I said. “We’ll fill up for gas at San Luis Obispo.”

The last bit of the drive to San Luis Obispo was uneventful. The SiriusXM radio played 70’s music since we left Ventura. I stopped at the Chevron just outside of town and filled up. We made use of the facilities and grabbed some sandwiches, as this was just a gas station and not a truck stop. San Luis Obispo was also where we would leave 101N and continue CA-1. The 101 went inland and there was less to see, so I decided to take the longer route along the coast. We had plenty of time to get to San Francisco anyway.

“Looking forward to seeing the Golden Gate bridge.” Elsa said as we left the gas station.

“Oh, I can do one better, we are going across the bridge. Not today, but tomorrow, depending on what happens today.”

“What have you planned?” Elsa asked, looking at me with a suspicious look.

“I do not know.”

Which was the truth. Matt had talked to his brother without us present, so I had no idea what we were going to do. All I knew was that we should be at the ferry around 6 PM. According to the navigation system, we would be at the pier around 4. We would not need 2 hours to get to the main pier for the ferry to Alcatraz. Elsa grabbed her phone and started to browse.

“Did you know Alcatraz Island was called Yerba Buena Island? In 1775 it showed up on maps as ‘Isla de Alcatraces’.”

“Wikipedia?” I asked.

“Yeah. Alcatraz island was developed in the 19th century. It had a lighthouse, military fortifications and a military prison. In 1939 it became a federal prison.”

“Interesting.”

“They have a day tour, allowing you to explore the island and visit the famous cellhouse. There is also a night tour, which has special presentations and guest speakers. Plus, there is a behind the scenes tour, which shows the off-limit areas.”

“I think Matt said, and based on the time they want us there, we will be doing the night tour.”

We turned onto CA-1 North and headed for Morro Bay. Here Highway 1 followed the coastline again. We passed Harmony and Cambria. From Cambria onwards the road really hugged the coastline, the water only yards away. Most of the land on the other side of the road was barren and wind-swept. Mountains, or hills, depending on your definition, were visible in the distance. I had been on this road before and I wanted to tale Elsa onto the pier at Hearst San Simeon, but it was closed according to the sign along the road, so I kept going. Instead, I stopped at Piedras Blancas Light Station where we took a break from driving and walked up to the lighthouse. I even took my Nikon camera with me and took some pictures that Elsa could send home.

“That was nice. Thank you.” She said when we were back in the truck.

Her hair was messy, as she did not have it in a ponytail and the wind had played with it.

“It is nice with the wind coming in from the sea.”

Near Ragged Point, the road started to climb, as the hills were coming all the way up to the water. Before reaching Ragged Point, we had straight roads, now it turned into corners and climbs. It made driving a truck a little harder, but scenery wise it was beautiful. The road was just single lanes with a double yellow line, which meant occasionally I pulled over to let traffic pass me, as I was holding them up.

“Look at that.” Elsa said as we passed a bridge over a river coming from the hills. We passed Big Sur and the road really hung to the cliffs.

“This feels a bit like driving in Norway on the Fjords.” Elsa said.

It was good to see her enjoy herself. The road zigzagged along the coast. Without incident we got onto the 101 again just north of Salinas. I could have stayed on the 1 longer, but we needed to be downtown at 6, so taking the 101 was a better option. Elsa was still on her phone.

“Can I see the pictures you have of me?” She asked.

“Sure.”

I unlocked my phone, there was nothing on there that she was now aware of and gave it to Elsa. She opened Google Photos and started to browse. For a while she was quiet.

“You know we have hardly any ‘normal’ photos of us.”

She showed me a few photos and in all of them she was tightly tied and mostly gagged. I remembered taking those photos, like in the Adult store where Elsa was displayed in the window. There were more, all showing Elsa bound. I had taken enough pictures, but I had to agree that we had very few photos of Elsa without ropes.

“I was going to email some photos to my mother, but there is not much to show. We should take more photos we can share.”

“I’ll take my Nikon camera more with us.” I said.

Yes, and I will remind you, if I am not bound and gagged.

Traffic increased now that we got to San Jose.

“I prefer the coast.” Elsa said, looking at all the buildings and the traffic while heading north.

“I agree, this is too busy.”

We followed 101 into San Francisco until we his Lombard street in downtown San Francisco. Instead of following the 101, we headed north on Van Ness Avenue. The navigation system made me turn onto North Point Street. This was the busiest area of our trip. Cars, box cars, scooters, and people were everywhere. And the traffic lights drove me crazy, it was so busy I sometimes was blocking the crossing, but there was very little I could do about it, I was long. Luckily, we were close. I turned onto Taylor Street and that took us to Pier 45, Shed B. Somebody in an orange safety vest waved at us and directed us further onto the pier. I rolled my window down.

“I am Julio, I will direct you.” He said.

He directed us, guided me when I had to back up and pointed us to a spot for the tractor trailer to park. There was another truck parked, and he directed us, so the rear doors of the trailers were facing each other with inches separating the trailers, which prevented somebody from opening the trailer.

“Make sure to lock up.” Julio said. “And I need your phone number. The area is guarded, and we have CCTV.”

“Thank you.”

I gave him my phone number, before he walked away. I grabbed the essentials, like ID, phone, and my Nikon camera, and so did Elsa. She had done her hair up in her ponytail. I looked at my watch and it was 4:20 PM, so we had made good time.

“We need to be at Pier 33 for the ferry to Alcatraz. Based on Google, it is a 16-minute walk.”

“Oh, that sounds great.” Elsa said. Neither of us dressed up.

It was warm and we figured that regular tourists would not dress up either. Which turned out to be true. We did not stand out once we entered the Embarcadero. Probably thousands of people were walking along the road, which connected the piers. We stopped for a hotdog and drink at ‘The Dog House’, which was pretty good.

“Wow, this is busy.” Elsa said, looking around.

Even though she was dressed in shorts and t-shirt, people, mostly men as usual, looked at her. Pier 39 was very busy as it was mainly focused on tourism. Maybe we would get there later, for now we made our way to Pier 33, which was not much further.

“Here we are.” I said as we entered Pier 33.

“Now what?” Elsa asked.

I looked at my phone.

“Matt told me to ask at the ticket office for Jenny Malone, so that is what I will do.”

I walked over to the ticket office for the ferry.

“How can I help you, sir?” The girl behind the counter asked.

I noticed her name tag, ‘Jenny’. She was from Spanish origin, deep black hair, and well endowed.

“I was told to ask for ‘Jenny Malone.” I said.

“Jack and Elsa?” She asked, a smile on her face.

“That is us.”

Elsa was standing behind me. Jenny picked up the phone and had a short conversation.

“One moment please, if you stand to the side, somebody will be with you in a minute.”

“Thank you.”

We stepped aside and waited. It did not take long, and two security officers came from the building on the right up to where we were waiting.

“Jack and Elsa?”

I nodded. Both focused on Elsa.

“Miss, you are under arrest for counterfeiting. Please turn around, hands behind your back.”

We had told the story of what happened to Elsa while we were with Matt and Dana, so I figured Matt and Clint had used it to come up with something. Elsa gave me a look, before turning around, she knew she was cleared of those charges, so I figured it was all part of whatever Matt and Client had come up with. People around us were watching and taking pictures and videos. I wondered if any of this was going to be on the internet. Elsa was handcuffed and being guided to the door where the two security officers had come from. One of them, they had not introduced themselves yet, indicated for me to follow them.

“We were not even on the boat and things were afoot. I wonder what else they have come up with.” I thought.

[GreyLord]

Oops, Elsa is deep in the kimchi once again. Wonderful!

[Caesar73]

Oops, Elsa is deep in the kinchi once again. Wonderful!

Yes, it surely seems that way - very intriguing

[Bandit666]

Well it might have been light on bondage @slackywacky but it was full of entertainment and sentiment which is never a bad thing. And now we must wait and wonder just how much trouble the gorgeous Elsa will be in

[Beaumains]

It is really nice to see the relationship between Jack and Elsa grow (although I am sure it won't take long before jack will fall back to his entertainingly stupid ways).

I love the idea of them playing in public with Elsa being arrested for all to see. That is such a good start for a night on Alcatraz.

[dogrednuht123]

Excellent update. I enjoyed the scenic route with this chapter and loved how when they finally got to the end of the chapter, it threw Elsa right in the middle of everything. Great way of tying previous chapters together with this one with the counterfeiting charge. Great federal charge that will land her directly into a federal prison. I hope they transport her to the island in style and put her in solitary confinement. Ha. Also hope they read her her rights. "Elsa, you have the right to remain silent, otherwise a gag will be provided for you." So can't wait for the next exciting installment of this epic story.

[The G-Man]

Nice transitional chapter, and a cool travelogue. A long drive along the Pacific Coast Highway would be fun cruising Lake Shore Drive. Particular song lyric comes to mind for our intrepid crew:

And there ain't no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore Drive heading into town
Just slippin' on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound

Of course, with Elsa up to her neck in trouble again....

[slackywacky]

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Chapter 115

I let the door close behind me, following Elsa and the two security guards. They brought Elsa into what looked like a conference room. As soon as they were in the room, they unlocked the handcuffs.

“Welcome to Pier 33.” One of the guards said. “Please have a seat.”

They introduced themselves as Mario and Johnny.

“Clint asked us to make sure you enjoy your stay at Alcatraz. He will greet you once you get to the island. You are scheduled for the 6 PM boat, so you have about 45 minutes. We have some paperwork to sign for you.” Mario said, being efficient, handing paperwork to Elsa and me.

“Can you tell us what is going to happen?” Elsa asked.

“All we know is to put you on the 6 PM boat.” Johnny answered.

There were sandwiches and drinks on a side table.

“Feel free to eat and drink. We’ll get your outfit.” Johnny said as he pointed at the food.

“Outfit?” I asked.

“Elsa has been arrested, so we need to put transportation cuffs on her before we can transport her to the island.”

“Oh.” Elsa reacted, grabbing a sandwich. “Let me guess, I will be locked up and he will be free, right?”

She did not sound like she was not enjoying the plan; I think she was just teasing me. I knew by now that Elsa enjoyed outdoor bondage, so being walked around in shackles was not something that scared her off.

“I’ll be right back.” Johnny said.

He took the paperwork, the usual hold harmless paperwork, that we signed and left the room.

“The weather will be great tonight; you should be able to enjoy a beautiful sunset from the island.” Mario said.

“If I am not locked up in a cell.” Elsa grinned.

Johnny walked into the room carrying lots of chains and cuffs. He also carried an orange prisoner suit and slippers.

“Would you be so kind to change into this? The washroom is right around the corner. I also suggest you do whatever needs doing, I cannot guarantee when you get a chance again.”

Elsa stood up, took the jumpsuit and left the room. It did not take her long before she came back, changed into the orange jumpsuit. She handed me some of her clothes and her shoes. Based on what she gave me, she was only wearing panties underneath the suit. I could see Mario and Johnny stare a little, as the jumpsuit was a little tight for Elsa, showing off her full breasts and nice hips. She also had, probably intentionally, left some of the buttons on the front undone, showing some nice cleavage.

“We will be getting you ready for transport.” Mario said, pulling his eyes away from Elsa’s breasts.

A leather belt was first. Johnny applied it around Elsa’s waist, and I could tell he was really focused on the task, not trying to stare at Elsa while doing so. I looked at Elsa and she grinned. It was obvious she was playing the two men. The belt had a ring at the front, through which the handcuffs were looped. He cuffed Elsa’s hands in front of her, making sure to tighten them enough they were secure. He double locked them, so they could not get tightened by accident.

“Okay?” He asked Elsa.

She nodded. Mario cuffed her ankles on top of the jumpsuit legs. Elsa could now only make small steps as the chain between the cuffs was not very long, a little less than a foot. A chain, light weight, was used to connect the cuffs on Elsa’s feet to the ring on the belt. Each end was padlocked.

“That’s it for now. Please have a seat, it will be another 30 minutes before we board. Any questions?”

“No gag?” Elsa asked.

I looked at her in surprise, as did Mario and Johnny.

“No, all we have is a bite and spit mask, and our instructions did not mention it.” Mario answered.

“Okay.”

She did not say another word and just sat down on one of the chairs.

“We’ll be back soon.” Mario said, before he and Johnny left the room.

“Tease.” I said.

Elsa grinned.

“Come on, just playing them.”

I walked over and Elsa stood up.

“You like seeing me like this?” She asked in a sultry voice.

With her hands cuffed, she had little movement to prevent me from playing with her tits. She did not pull back, which was about the only thing she could do. She just grinned.

“Men.”

The room we were in had blinds that were closed, so unless somebody came into the room, nobody could see us. There were no security cameras either. Elsa leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I replied and our tongues played with each other. It lasted a few minutes before Elsa broke off the kiss.

“One last kiss before going to prison.” She grinned.

She sat down on the chair again, just before the door opened and Mario walked in. Bending over, she tried to reach her chin but could not reach it, the belt prevented her from raising her cuffed hands.

“I’ve got an itch.” Elsa said, looking at me.

“Where?”

“Chin and nose.”

Using her t-shirt that she had given me, I held it out for her, so she could put her face against it.

“Better?” I asked when she stopped scratching.

“Thank you.”

Mario looked at me and indicated towards several lockers.

“You can use an empty one to store her belongings.” He said.

I put Elsa’s belongings in one of them and closed it. Just as I wanted to sit down again the call came over the radio that it was time to board.

“Stand up please. You will be guided by us to the island. Please follow our instructions. Do you mind if people take photos?”

“I will, and I do not care.” Elsa said. “Can I resist?”

“You can if you want, but you will be dealt with accordingly. You fight us, we make it harder for you. Try not to hurt us though, but playing the unwilling prisoner is fine. We will try not to hurt you.” Johnny replied.

“We have a wrist band, so the staff knows your role. Elsa will get a bright orange one, you will get a blue one. The blue one gives you access to all areas of the island, including our offices, kitchen and such.” Mario said as he wrapped the wrist bands around Elsa’s arm, just above the handcuffs.

“Okay.” I said.

“And the orange one?” Elsa asked.

“Means you are a prisoner.”

“Does that mean this happens often?” Elsa asked.

“It is not often, but occasionally we do these type of role plays.”

After one last look around to make sure I did not forget something, we headed out the door of the room towards the door leading outside. Stepping from the air-conditioned room into the heat of the late afternoon in San Francisco was very noticeable. There were lots of people in line waiting to board and when Mario and Johnny guided Elsa to the priority boarding, lots of people took photos.

“Mom, look a real prisoner.” A young girl called out as she noticed Elsa.

The girl looked at Elsa with big eyes. Elsa waved her cuffed hands at the girl.

“Look, mommy, she is cuffed.”

Elsa struggled a bit for show against the two guards holding on to her. Just enough for them to have to hold on to her, but not enough to impede the walk towards the boat.

“We’ll stay on the main deck, but we’ll move to the front, so you have a nice view during the trip.” Johnny said to Elsa.

The guards escorted Elsa to the front. Showing my blue wristband, I was allowed onto the boat too. Once regular boarding started, lots of people came up to look at Elsa. Some asked if they could take pictures with Elsa and it quickly turned out as if Elsa was a famous star and everybody wanted to take photos and video.

“I thought the prison was closed. What did you do?” A teenager asked.

He was part of a mixed group.

“It is open for special prisoners. This woman is a Swedish spy. We must keep her in isolation.” Mario answered.”

“But this is fake, right?” The teenager asked.

“Yes, it is, but don’t tell anybody.” I answered the question, talking just lud enough for him to hear me.

The boat departed and set course for Alcatraz. It did not stop the people who had boarded the boat from taking pictures with Elsa. Mario and Johnny had to intervene a couple of times as people started to push others.

“Leave some space, people.” Mario called out.

The water was calm, a light breeze came in from the ocean, but it was not enough to make it feel any less hot. The 15-minute boat trip was uneventful, and we docked at the island. After everybody got off the boat, Mario and Johnny guided Elsa off the boat. Two more guards were waiting for us. A third person stood slightly back. The two new guards, one male, one female, stepped up as Elsa set foot on Alcatraz Island.

“This is the prisoner?” The female asked.

“We handover prisoner Elsa Lindgren to you. She is found guilty of counterfeiting and espionage.”

“Thank you. We accept the transfer.”

The woman inspected the cuffs and chains on Elsa, who just stood there. People were watching and videoing the scene. Mario and Johnny waited for confirmation, before heading back onto the boat. The man in the background stepped forward.

“My name is Clint Fringe, welcome to Alcatraz.”

He looked like a somewhat older version of Matt, his brother.

“These are Michelle and Paul; they will take care of our prisoner.” He continued.

“We’ll take you to your cell.” The woman said to Elsa, holding the prisoner by the upper arm.

They guided Elsa from the dock towards the prison building. As tourists are allowed to roam most of the island, there were people everywhere filming and taking photos of Elsa. We walked along building 64 and the guardhouse and tower, heading up towards the cell block. It was a decent walk and with Elsa cuffed, she could only make small steps, but that allowed the public to get a good look. Clint and I walked behind them.

“Matt did not tell us what was going to happen. Can you tell me?” I asked him.

“I can, but would it not be more fun if you, or more specifically Elsa, does not know?” He grinned.

“Euh, probably. I am good.”

“And I have no say in the matter.” Elsa said, reacting to our conversation.

“No talking.” Michelle told her.

We made it up to the cellhouse. The doors were open, allowing the public to visit the cells. They could even feel what it was to be locked in a cell, as the rangers would lock the door of some cells for 60 seconds. We walked through the sally gate and the main gate, before turning left towards the D Block. This was the area were segregation prisoners were held, and here were the dark cells, nicknamed ‘the hole’. Almost all of the cell doors were open so the public could see how small the cells were. Most cells were 9x5 feet, had a bed and a toilet.

“Here we go.” Michelle said, as she guided Elsa towards one of the cells in D-block.

The door next to the cell she was brought to was completely closed, meaning the cell was in total darkness.

“These are the dark cells; prisoners can be locked up in total darkness. For now, you will be locked in here with just the gate closed until the evening tours start, at which time you will be escorted around the island for the night tour. You will be kept chained for now.” Paul stated.

Elsa glanced at me, probably wondering what she had gotten herself into. A nervous smile on her face.

“You will be monitored and there will always be somebody in this corridor. If you have trouble, call out. Okay?”
Elsa nodded.

Michelle guided Elsa inside the cell and stepped back. With a heavy clang the gate closed and locked. There were 2 more doors between Elsa and freedom, but they were not used. For now she was not in darkness.

“We’ll see you soon, Elsa.” Clint stated.

“Hey, somebody there? Hello? Can somebody let me out?”

The voice was not very loud and came from the cell next to Elsa, the cell doors for that cell were completely locked. It was a female voice. I looked at Clint.

“Just another prisoner.” He said, smiling.