You sit on your bed in your cell, naked. It's probably the only way solitary confinement could be better than being stuck in a cell with a cellmate.
You let your paranoia sustain you for...you don't know how long. Probably most of a week. Finally, you are taken out. Presumably they think your spirit has been broken. They're wrong. They toss you into a big, communal pit after forcing some clothes on. They look at you oddly. It seems that they've never seen a kitsune before. They introduce you to the daily schedule: Get breakfast tossed down, divide up the bread of those who try to take more than their fair share, get work group assignments, work, lunch, work, go back into the pit, dinner, bed. Anyone moving after sunset gets some "bad karma." People keep talking about karma as if it was a real force, and not just an unverified philosophical concept. It doesn't matter much; breakfast is over, so it's time for work group assignments. You get put in a group all your own, and get various tortures, mental mostly, applied to get you to tell an elf who speaks to you in the human tounge everything you know about your homeland, even things you wouldn't want to tell them. Elves are supposed to be nice, but that torture with the sapling was merely the worst of a variety of cleverly cruel tortures you endured.
After a while, you are tossed into the pit, missing dinner. What do you do now?