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In the near future, a grim reality awaited those convicted of crimes deemed worthy of the ultimate punishment. In this dystopian tale, inmates found themselves transformed into jesters, their lives forever chained, both figuratively and literally. Forced to live as permanent clowns, they were condemned to wander the halls of a prison, their voices silenced, their every movement imbued with a twisted sense of amusement. Visitors were occasionally permitted inside the prison walls, and it was then that the jester inmates were compelled to perform ridiculous shows, entertaining the onlookers with their forced jests. Among the countless inmates sentenced to this bizarre existence was a young woman by the name of Lily. The day of her arrival at the jester prison was a moment forever etched in her memory. As the towering, iron-clad gates swung open, she stepped hesitantly into a realm she had never imagined. The air was heavy with a lingering sense of despair, the very aura of the prison seemingly suffocating. Lily was led through a labyrinthine maze of arched hallways, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The occasional distant laughter only served to intensify the gravity of her situation. Eventually, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber, where a row of jester costumes adorned the walls. Her heart pounding, Lily approached the table in the center of the room, where a pair of somber prison guards stood solemnly. They handed her a vividly striped outfit, its colors appearing almost garish against the bleak backdrop of the prison. She unfolded the costume, and to her astonishment, she discovered that every piece of clothing was intricately adorned with tiny bells. Like a discordant symphony, these bells would jingle with each step she took, an audible reminder both to herself and others of her new existence as a jester. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Lily began to undress. She carefully removed her ordinary attire, relinquishing them to a forgotten past. As she donned the striped vest and pants, it felt as though she was putting on a persona rather than a mere costume. In that singular moment, Lily transformed from a person into a representation of mockery, forever confined to the role of the fool. Next came the oversized, floppy shoes. Each shoe was comically enormous, making it near impossible to walk with grace or dignity. The discomfort of the ill-fitting footwear only served to amplify Lily's sense of powerlessness. Lastly, she reached for the iconic clown wig, vibrant and unruly, a crown of absurdity. As she adjusted the wig upon her head, she caught her reflection in a cracked mirror. The once familiar face gazed back at her, now distorted by exaggerated makeup and a painted-on smile which concealed her inner turmoil. Dressed in her jester uniform, Lily took her first hesitant steps into the prison's central courtyard. The jingling of her costume's bells seemed to reverberate throughout the desolate space, filling the air with an eerie soundtrack to her sorrow. For the remainder of that day, and every day thereafter, Lily's existence became a monotonous routine. She walked the prison's halls, her chains dragging at her ankles, her voice forever suppressed. Her days melded together, each one more indistinguishable than the last. When visitors were allowed into the prison, Lily would be shuffled onto a makeshift stage, forced to perform clownish antics for their fleeting amusement. With every exaggerated stumble, every ridiculous gesture, she begrudgingly obliged, her self-worth fading further into the shadows. In the solitude of her cell, Lily would often imagine a different world, a world where chains did not bind her and ridicule did not define her. A world where she could exist as nothing more than herself, free to express her thoughts and dreams without being trapped in the perpetual mockery of a jester's existence. But in the jester prison, such dreams were nothing more than a desperate flicker in the darkness, for Lily and countless others like her were destined never to escape the irony of their fate. The jingling of bells would forever echo, a constant reminder of their transformation into permanent clowns, bound by invisible chains that would follow them to their grave.

London was a familiar city for Hannah Knight, it was where she grew up and lived most of her life after all. Of course, now that she lived in the US, things had certainly seemed to change whenever she flew back to visit her friend's and family. The place that always showed the biggest change though, was her older sister's business, Dress 2 Impress. Which was, as it so happened, where our intrepid librarian found herself today. The shop itself had been open for a long time now, it must have been approaching half a decade-Louise Knight, Hannah's sister had opened it alongside University friends Sarah and Mary not long after they graduated. Looking up at the exterior of the building, Hannah was both fascinated and impressed by just how large it had grown. This place used to be the size of a broom closet in comparison, now they even had multiple floors, even if it was still a bit cramped! Words simply couldn't state just how proud Hannah was of her big sister. It was as if Louise had

=======A Tutorial We’ve all run into the situation where we want a character to speak while gagged, but what do you write? You can put your hand over your own mouth, speak the lines and try to mimic it in print, but when faced with the task it’s not that simple. Good gag speak can help paint a more vivid picture of a captive's distress more vividly and make us feel that gag empathetically and viscerally, if there were just some rules to follow (and break). I am no expert, but over decades of DiD writing I have been evolving a set of guidelines in my head of how to convert normal speech into sets of letters that portray a character with gag hampered speech. These guidelines were first based on observation of other people’s writing, then an analysis based on what I have been able to learn and observe about sound and speech articulation. Only recently have I boiled these down to a set of written guidelines. Styles of my own writing are biased of course, but take, ignore, or break the

- Hello, I am Ellie again, I have finally been released from jail, now I will tell you the second part of the story, if you want to know about the first see the link below…… Arrested for Failure to Pay Fines (MM / F) Part 1 Last time I had been arrested for not paying fines so I was summoned the next day to a trial to determine my sentence, I already knew the result and was prepared to be arrested again and be taken to jail, although this time It would only be for a week unlike the other time when I was 13 years old and I was there for 3 months (I'll tell you that story later) The trial was at 2 pm, for that day I wore a pink polo shirt with short sleeves, long khaki pants and black dancers….. The trial did not last long, basically the judge told me that to avoid jail I had to pay the late fines, I had no money so I told him that I could not actually pay it, so the judge issued the order and they sentenced me to pass 1 week in jail so they said I had 24 hours to hand it over to the

“Room service!” Kim waited outside of the door to the hotel room patiently. Usually she waited about ten seconds for a response before entering a room. After a couple of seconds she heard a thump and a muffled voice, sounded female. She sighed, had she interrupted another couple having sex again? This early in the morning? Then she heard the female voice again and it sounded more strained or frustrated and a man was heard cursing. “Hello?” She knocked again. “Is everything ok in there?” It still sounded like something was going on in the room. “If I don’t get a response I’ll be phoning down to the front desk in a few seconds!” After a second the door opened and Kim was opening her mouth to ask if everything was ok when she froze. The man standing in the doorframe was dressed in black with a mask covering his face and a pistol in his hand pointed at her. A glove hand quickly shot out and grabbed onto her wrist and yanked her into the room. Kim was too surprised to even cry out as

Old Man Pete as he was known to the neighbourhood was harmless enough. Very traditional, maintained his house well, wife passed away a few years ago. Everyone always found him polite as he went about his day, doing the same routine of getting coffee, reading the paper at the cafe he used to frequent with his wife near the college, playing chess, walking in the park. He was a nice man, until you committed a crime in front of him. To Pete, the most heinous crime that he saw far too much of each day was how revealing, borderline indecent, the girls wandering around town were. With their despicable outfits that showed far more skin than a respectable woman ever should, it was a crime that could not be tolerated. And since society deemed it reasonable, he had to take matters into his own hands to punish these girls for their crimes. He fell into a rhythm very quickly, just like his daily routine. The offending girl would be tracked and chloroformed, as a wrestler in high school and