Applications were by invitation only, how your name came up perplexed you - but nonetheless it had. The little you did know was that the work was at a remote facility called simply "Redfield Male Correctional Unit" - a name that belied the true nature of goings on there. You understood, from a reliable source, that there was no ‘Correction’ going on at the unit - it existed for one reason only: Punishment. Some institutions, you knew, aimed to re-habilitate, re-integrate and ‘cure’ the offender. Redfield was the exception; you would discover quite how different it was shortly.

The taxi stops at the main gate - the complex looks modern and secure, cameras, guards and security everywhere. After being issued your pass, you are escorted to a comfortable but clinically clean room and asked to wait. The staff, you note, are all female. To one side of the room you see a heavy vault like door - in the middle of the door is a small mirror, possibly a ‘two way’ mirror? You wait for so...

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