You walk begrudgingly

As you walk towards the entrance corridor, you look around you and see countless of prisoners shouting all kinds of perversions at you.

"Come to my cell baby!"

"I'll make you feel good to be my bitch haha!"

You can't wait to finally get inside to avoid these obscenities. Obviously you have heard of certain stereotypical ways to survive prisons. Such as becoming a bottom bitch for protection. Since you are straight, you are definitely not gonna do this and plan to behave and befriend the guards. But then again, it does not always go according to plan...

You finally make it inside where you are processed. A guard comes up to the line and starts shouting the rules:

1. You must be in bed by 22:00 and at 07:00 we will wake you up. If you do not show up at 07:00, you better be dead or escaped the prison because we will drag you out by your short one!
2. At no time can you ever use ****. **** is a ticket straight to isolation where you will be locked up in an empty room with lights so bright, you won't sleep. You will be sleep deprived in that room for so long, you'd wish you are dead.
3. Any kind of **** are not allowed, having so will lead you straight to isolation.

"Is this clear?", he asks. You simply nod while your ears hurt from his shouting. Afterwards, a guard is leading you to your cell.

While being led to your cell, there are some more prisoners shouting at you. However, you notice a gang of black guys not shouting at you at all. They just stare at you, as if they are calculating the chances of breaking you. You stare back at them and notice a big, older guy in the middle. His hair is already grey but he is in no way less scary. He looks to be the leader actually. You are guided further and you lose sight of them. You finally reach your cell and the guard takes your cuffs off. You twist your wrists to get the blood flowing.

You step inside the empty cell and you smell something off but decide to ignore it. You see that someone has put stuff on the bottom bunk. Knowing the bottom bunk is better, you decide to move their stuff to the top and claim the bottom bunk. You take a look at the toilet and it is absolutely disgusting and full of shit stains. Now you know why it smells so bad in the cell. There is one desk in the cell, supposedly you are going to share it with you cellmate. You decide to put your wife’s picture there so you can look at it. Because someone had claimed the bottom bunk before, the sheets were dirty and full of sweat stains, or so you assume. You decide to remove them and put your own clean sheets on this bed.

As time goes on, every prisoner is called to return to their cells so they can prepare for the night. While lying down on your bed, you think about your wife, your next 5 years, and most importantly, your unknown cellmate.

You hear a footstep behind you…