"It lasted all night. I stayed up, hidden under my cover, scared that they'd find out about me. About what I did. I pissed myself. Then morning came, and the gossip found its way around. They'd lodged the broken mop handle up inside the guy. Smurfette made sure that he had a breakfast tray, and fed the guy because he couldn't do anything much but moan.
cho-mos in prison
A few years back, some asshole came up with the idea to hold a pedophile footrace around the track here at our facility. (Pedophiles are at the bottom of the food chain in prison; hated by all, guards and convicts alike.) Originally, [...]