User:John Lydon/RPG/14
Your first night in prison isn't bad, aside from the fact your cell mate resembles Brock Lesnar and could easily sodomize you if he chose to. Things are looking up though because he hasn't shown the least bit of interest in you. "And mom said that not showering would never help me get ahead in life." You think to yourself, dozing off.
You awaken to the sound of your cell mate climbing out of his bunk. "This is the way it's going to go bitch. I want me some ass, and you're going to give it to me. But first, you're going to clean it up for me. Now hit the shower and prepare yourself for a good time. And if you even think about doing anything other than showering, I'll cut your fat ass up and make jerky out of you!"
You slink off to the shower and then make the long, frightening walk back to your cell. Your large cell mate shoves you down onto the bunk and proceeds to have his way with you.
