Kazuho laid on her bed, looking at the featureless ceiling. It had been a couple days since her trial. They had kept her in her straightjacket for most of the time she was there, only taking her out to let her clean herself and go to the washroom. Thankfully, they had removed her muzzle after the first night. She hadn’t gotten used to her restraints, but they did bother her less than the first day she had worn them.
The door to Kazuho’s cell opened and she twisted her head to see who it was. It was a group of female guards wearing uniforms different to the ones worn by the guards who had bound her up for her trial. They wheeled in a gurney with them and on the gurney sat a package similar to the one from before her trial.
“Ms. Haneyama, we are guards from the maximum security prison Tartarus,” the guard explained. “We will prepare you for your transport to Tartarus and for your imprisonment there.”
One of the guards helped her sit up and began