Harley took a seat. She could remember that day in solitary. If she said anything, she'd be in there a whole week! And no one knew better than she just what that meant! The best thing would probably be to pretend nothing out of the ordinary happened, and be her usual self. The doctor had to not suspect anything. She just couldn't go back in solitary! She just couldn't!
"I see that almost everyone seems to be better behaved." said one of the doctors, as Bolton accompanied him, while he was checking several medical charts, and dispensing medications.
"Yes," said Lyle. "That's part of my job, after all, isn't it?"
"I don't know just what your methods are, , but they certainly seem to work!"
The doctor sounded impressed.
And he should be, thought Lyle.
"No other chief of security we've ever had has even come close to achieving what you have. Why, there hasn't been a single escape since you've started! And the inmates seemed a bit more subdued. I certainly must suggest that we extend your contract! Everyone is very pleased with the results you've achieved in such a short amount of time! We are very lucky to have you."
Lyle smiled.
"I would be very pleased to have my contract extended."
The doctor stopped at each cell to check each chart.
"Hmm, it seems, however, that a lot of the inmates seem to have very little appetite." the doctor commented.
"I'm not sure why that would be, doctor." answered Lyle.
He looked around.
Of course, he thought, it was obviously because most of the inmates ended up missing meals. However, the doctors would never know this, he knew.
"Excuse me, doctor!" Jervis's voice said from his cell. "But I would like to know when I can get my belongings back! Apparently, someone else lost their privileges, and with it, it appears, I lost mine as well. However, I have done nothing to merit that!"
"He was trying to hurt one of the other inmates, apparently, over having lost a chess match." Lyle made up. "I decided it might be best to revoke his privileges for a while."
The doctor made some quick notes in his notebook.
"Nope. You are absolutely right, ." said the doctor, before turning to Jervis. "I will certainly see about that." he finished sternly.
As soon as he'd left, Lyle went straight to Jervis's cell, and angrily dragged him out.
"You think you deserve any privileges!" he said.
Jervis gasped for air, as Lyle had grabbed him by his collar, and was now dragging him backwards. He couldn't see where he was being taken.
Lyle opened the door to one of the solitary cells, threw Jervis in, and locked the door.
Jervis hit the wall in the narrow cell, and heard the lock on the other end, before hearing Bolton's footsteps walking away.