Nobody Loves You

You’re carefully scrubbing your body in the shower, using the tips you researched, when the usual happens. You drop the soap. Bending down for it, you don’t even flinch as you feel something prodding your entrance.

At first, you thought prison would be like in the movies where you join a gang of your own race. Maybe play some cards or make model airplanes. Not so, at least not for you. They didn’t want you and were the first to rape you. So then you thought you might make friends with what you consider the inferiors, because you’re probably a racist. No use. They raped you.

You patiently wait as the stallion thrusts in and out of your worn hole, hoping he’ll cum soon. Although, at this point it’s starting to grow on you. You don’t even need to look back to know it’s Roid Rage, you can tell by the feel of him inside. This is something you pride yourself on. You also like to pretend it’s a little caterpillar crawling in you sometimes. No one knows why.

Roid continues to pound you hard, and you think of what passed for your old life. Yep.