He looked huge in the small cell, and even though he was sitting, he looked taller and larger than me standing. I looked up and stared forward, but I couldn't see through my bleary eyes.Īfter focusing I found a big man in his late 30's wearing a wife beater and grey sweatpants sitting on the bed. I panicked, shaking from my core, unable to think or hear. But I had no slingshot to conquer this beast. The door closed and it was just me and a man in the cell. When the guards opened the door to my and pushed me in and one of them laughed saying, 'you're welcome.' Terrified, I stumbled down the hall hoping that I would make it out of this alive. I think the judge was in a bad mood that day because even though it was my first offense he sent me to prison for 6 months!Īs a skinny, smooth, effeminate gay boy I knew that I was literally fucked and would likely be spit roasted between two men by midnight. Walking down a sterile hallway led by guards to my cell. My life felt meaningless.īut now I'm here. I think that's probably why committed robbery in the first place.
I just finished my first year of community college, but really my life is going nowhere. Walking down the empty halls I knew I had fucked up but it wasn't until I got in the cell that I realized just how badly I had. If this isn't something you like, you have been warned. Content Warning: This story contains elements of BDSM, forced feminization, stockholm syndrome.
