The room measures about three by four metres. There is a plastic-covered mattress on the linoleum floor, some papers, piles of clothes, a couple of Garfield comics, a bottle for urine, and nothing else.
The door is heavy and the walls are thick, but not thick enough to block out the sound of a person in the next room screaming. Ashley sleeps there, and when staff order it, he is locked in.
At one point, he did two-and-a-half years straight, his only respite a daily 30 minutes outside.
Ashley is 37. He loves fly fishing, surfing, animals and nature.
He has red hair, a goofy grin and a thick Kiwi accent.