This happens every day.

Quivering in your room, you focus your mind and concentrate to hold back tears. You're stronger than that, you think to yourself. You'll get through this.

Over the next twenty four hours, you think of lots of different plans on how to get ****, without actually killing the guy and getting your sentence extended. You try to improvise a knife from the leg of your bed, only to find that you're not strong enough to tear it off. You think about **** him out with one of the towels, but know that he's both faster and stronger than you right now.

You even talk to the guard robots, trying to get them to comprehend that one of the other inmates **** you and why that's a problem, but they don't seem to understand what happened.

When it comes time to go back to the showers, you once again refuse, and are physically dragged in. Your cellmate is waiting for you. He rapes you again. You're powerless to stop him.

Every day, you're delivered to him by the guards like you're part of his own personal harem. Every day he fucks you against your will. You constantly feel sore and raw.