Prison life for you really sucks… literally.
Bubba made good on his promise and with the help of his friend Frank, the equal of Bubba in meanness and muscle holding you down, they removed your teeth; the guards watching all along, laughing at your screams.
Bubba and Frank waste no time in using your bloody mouth as their fuck hole.
You’ve been branded a baby raper because you kidnapped that kid and his folk’s lawyer and the judge helped to make the charge of child molester stick.
You have the absolute lowest status in prison; sadistic murderers and adult rapists are higher on the ladder than you are.
You try, during your time in the yard, to talk to the black inmates and are jeered at and rejected because you are white. You are told, flat out, by one of the members of the black prison gang after a sound beating that they don’t need no white trash baby raper.
You feel betrayed, but hey, you were stupid. You tried to do to that kid what Daemon did to you… turn him into a ghetto punk like yourself.
You reflect on this as you watch Bubba grease up his cock and growl, “Get your ass over here and show daddy some love!” around a big cigar.