(*** Indicates a confessional)
"We the jury find the defendant guilty of attempted second degree murder." That one sentence changed my life forever. Within weeks I was sentenced to fifteen years in prison; I'm now three years in and at my third prison. The shit I've been through, I never would have imagined happening to me. I mean I've heard stories but never thought they would be true.
I still remember the last thing my lawyer said to me. "You got a nice build and some muscle you should be alright." He was right, I had some height and some muscle from playing college football, I ended up in prison after I tried to kill my girlfriend and the dude I caught her cheating with. My mama warned me about that hoe but I didn't listen.
Now look at me, in prison; even worse I'm a prison bitch, meaning I belong to another prisoner, as his wife. Like the shit happened so innocently. But at the time I didn't realize that in prison being nice was for a reason, that niceness led to repayment for that kindness.
This one particular inmate started from the moment I made it to my cell block. As a newby they paraded us through halls, as the inmates lined up and watched us get a bed assignment. The guard put me in a room with a small slim white man, which put my mind at ease, feeling I could take him if he tried some shit.
***Small White Inmate***
"Well he seemed like a nice guy, that got into some trouble. but he seemed nice for a prisoner."The next day during chow an inmate walked up to me, asking me questions as to why I was in prison. I brushed him off and didn't say much to him. Then during rec another came up to me and started a conversation. He kind of reminded me of myself like he could be a stand up guy in a fucked up situation.
***Second inquisitive inmate***
"Shit I seen him sitting by himself, so I introduced myself."Which quickly led me to letting my guard down, and we became cool, doing almost everything in prison together, he'd hook me up with shit from his canteen, being that my family wasn't looking out for me, he even got his room switched and became my bunkmate. Little did I know all that shit was for a reason, crazy shit is I should have known when another inmate tried to start a conversation with me and another inmate told him to "Chill, that's Travis bitch." I gave him this confused look but continued to eat my food. It was about two days later when I realized why the dude had said what he said.
Travis stepped to me sexually one evening but I backed him up. He was talking about how horny he was, pacing around the cell. Eventually he whipped his dick out swinging it in my face. I pushed him back, telling him to chill but he instead grabbed my head popping me on the jaw with it.
"Chill man." I told him picking up his slim frame and push him against the wall. "Damn it's like that?" He said dusting himself off. I didn't say a word, I got my thin ass blanket then went to sleep.
For the next couple of days Travis kind of ignored me, not saying much, not hanging around me, the shit had me confused. Until one day he made his intentions clear, when he awoke me with a toothbrush shank to my throat and his hard dick laying on my nose.
"Make a choice nigga. Live or die." He whispered, pressing the shank harder against my throat. I laid there not believing this shit was actually happening until the pain shot up from my neck, he had pierced the skin and my bottom jaw dropped open and without my permission he just lifted his dick right off my nose, then without a fucking care placed it right in my mouth, all while holding the shank in my neck.
I just laid there not knowing what to do, I had never had a dick in my mouth, the feeling felt so abnormal, like it was against nature. But I stared up at him as he leaned over lowering and rising in between my lips. He suddenly dropped and pushed deep into my throat and I gagged and coughed up spit. He tapped me on my jaw, "Open that throat for me." My eyes grew wide, I had no idea how to do that, to make matters worst I had only had sex with two women prior to me being locked up and only one had given me head, one time. So I knew nothing of sucking dick, not the least bit and I guess it wasn't apparent to him because it went in and out my mouth moaning softly as he caressed my head with his free hand.
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Incarcerated
General FictionPrison life and stories, find out what it's like to be behind bars, find out what it's like on the other side of them bars.