Post by sarryb on Dec 27, 2008 11:18:45 GMT -5
Disclaimer: This is where I start to worry about the content. It's not graphically described. There is some bad language, and other harsh stuff. Please be sure you want to read on before doing so! Please do not read if you are easily offended.
Sarry xx
It's been a few days since I have written in here. There is a valid reason. I will explain. I only woke up yesterday evening. They tell me I've been unconscious for three days. I'm still in the infirmary, Lenny had one of the guards bring my journal over. He said I write in it a lot, so being one of the good guys, David dropped it over to me. I've been dosed up with painkillers, but painkillers don't block out the memories.
I was walking back to my cell, it was free time, meaning you can do what you want, go where you please. I was just trying to get back to my cell, I didn't want to be out in the open. My bruises were painful and I was still stiff from my beating. I didn't ever make it back to the safety of my room. I was grabbed by the guy who tripped me at dinner, and dragged into a room that I never even knew existed. I was shocked and disorientated. Once I gained my bearings I looked around. It was then I realised that the guy was not alone. It was the six of them from before. All dotted around the room. I remember drawing in a breath. I was barely over the last beating. I opened my mouth to shout, to scream, but I didn't have time, they were on me like a pack of wolves. They were kicking me in the head, the side, the back. I was still in pain from before; now it was excruciating. I tried to roll into a ball, I could hear the laughter pealing in my ears. Harsh laughter, mean laughter. One of them dragged me to my feet. My ears were ringing, I vaguely remember hearing him say something about me being his bitch while the others laughed. The room was spinning, I felt sick. I hoped it was over, but I was wrong. One of them checked outside the door. They were taunting me, laughing about my vulnerability. Asking me if I wanted to leave. My lips were swollen, I couldn't even move them to beg for them to let me go.
The guy who was obviously the ringleader approached me. Someone kicked me in the back of the knees so that I fell forwards onto them. The guy in front of me laughed and pointed out how 'I was in the perfect position'. I recoiled, but I was pushed back to my knees. The main guy started to unzip his pants. Two of the others grabbed a hold of my arms so I couldn't move. I struggled weakly. My head was lolling around. I was having trouble controlling it. Their laughter rang out cruelly, why couldn't anyone else hear them? It was then that I was told if I bit down I'd be in trouble. I didn't know what they were talking about, bite down on what? That was when the guy in front of me forced his penis into my mouth. I gagged, tried to spit it out. I was slapped against the back of my head. He was thrusting in and out of my mouth and I thought I was going to be sick. I had to fight the urge to bite down, they said there would be trouble, and right now I believed them. He came in my mouth, and they forced me to swallow. I was crying so hard. They were laughing. Then the beating started again, the kicking and punching. I just wanted to die; right then, just curl up and die. It might have been better if I had, because they weren't finished with me. They dragged me back to my feet and took me over to a table, one of them removed my prison issue pants, then the white supplied boxers and leant me limp over the tabletop. It was then that one by one they raped me. All six of them. I barely cried out. Scared that they'd do something even worse. Not that I could think of anything worse right then. I just wanted to be dead. When they were done with me they threw me bleeding onto the floor. Tossed my clothes into the corner and left. No one found me for a while. In fact, no one even looked until the guard shift changed. That was when Lenny approached David, Bob's friend, and told him that he hadn't seen me in a while. David found me. He covered me up to protect my modesty, then called for a medic. That's the last thing I remember before I blacked out.
I now know that payback is a bitch and that I must be getting what I deserve. I spoke to David, he said Bob was campaigning to get me back into the isolation block. So far he's had no luck. But David said he was going to continue to plead my case. I've been told that tomorrow I'm back in Gen Pop. I'm scared to death. I know most of the guards aren't good guys, they aren't going to look out for me. There's only so much Lenny can do, and what can I expect from the guy? He's not my keeper. He's only just met me. I'm so frightened I feel sick to my stomach, I just don't know how long I can last in here. The medic guy is just giving me my meds, so I'm going to finish here. They make me sleepy, I welcome sleep. It takes away the pain.
Sarry xx
Four
It's been a few days since I have written in here. There is a valid reason. I will explain. I only woke up yesterday evening. They tell me I've been unconscious for three days. I'm still in the infirmary, Lenny had one of the guards bring my journal over. He said I write in it a lot, so being one of the good guys, David dropped it over to me. I've been dosed up with painkillers, but painkillers don't block out the memories.
-oOo-
I was walking back to my cell, it was free time, meaning you can do what you want, go where you please. I was just trying to get back to my cell, I didn't want to be out in the open. My bruises were painful and I was still stiff from my beating. I didn't ever make it back to the safety of my room. I was grabbed by the guy who tripped me at dinner, and dragged into a room that I never even knew existed. I was shocked and disorientated. Once I gained my bearings I looked around. It was then I realised that the guy was not alone. It was the six of them from before. All dotted around the room. I remember drawing in a breath. I was barely over the last beating. I opened my mouth to shout, to scream, but I didn't have time, they were on me like a pack of wolves. They were kicking me in the head, the side, the back. I was still in pain from before; now it was excruciating. I tried to roll into a ball, I could hear the laughter pealing in my ears. Harsh laughter, mean laughter. One of them dragged me to my feet. My ears were ringing, I vaguely remember hearing him say something about me being his bitch while the others laughed. The room was spinning, I felt sick. I hoped it was over, but I was wrong. One of them checked outside the door. They were taunting me, laughing about my vulnerability. Asking me if I wanted to leave. My lips were swollen, I couldn't even move them to beg for them to let me go.
-oOo-
The guy who was obviously the ringleader approached me. Someone kicked me in the back of the knees so that I fell forwards onto them. The guy in front of me laughed and pointed out how 'I was in the perfect position'. I recoiled, but I was pushed back to my knees. The main guy started to unzip his pants. Two of the others grabbed a hold of my arms so I couldn't move. I struggled weakly. My head was lolling around. I was having trouble controlling it. Their laughter rang out cruelly, why couldn't anyone else hear them? It was then that I was told if I bit down I'd be in trouble. I didn't know what they were talking about, bite down on what? That was when the guy in front of me forced his penis into my mouth. I gagged, tried to spit it out. I was slapped against the back of my head. He was thrusting in and out of my mouth and I thought I was going to be sick. I had to fight the urge to bite down, they said there would be trouble, and right now I believed them. He came in my mouth, and they forced me to swallow. I was crying so hard. They were laughing. Then the beating started again, the kicking and punching. I just wanted to die; right then, just curl up and die. It might have been better if I had, because they weren't finished with me. They dragged me back to my feet and took me over to a table, one of them removed my prison issue pants, then the white supplied boxers and leant me limp over the tabletop. It was then that one by one they raped me. All six of them. I barely cried out. Scared that they'd do something even worse. Not that I could think of anything worse right then. I just wanted to be dead. When they were done with me they threw me bleeding onto the floor. Tossed my clothes into the corner and left. No one found me for a while. In fact, no one even looked until the guard shift changed. That was when Lenny approached David, Bob's friend, and told him that he hadn't seen me in a while. David found me. He covered me up to protect my modesty, then called for a medic. That's the last thing I remember before I blacked out.
-oOo-
I now know that payback is a bitch and that I must be getting what I deserve. I spoke to David, he said Bob was campaigning to get me back into the isolation block. So far he's had no luck. But David said he was going to continue to plead my case. I've been told that tomorrow I'm back in Gen Pop. I'm scared to death. I know most of the guards aren't good guys, they aren't going to look out for me. There's only so much Lenny can do, and what can I expect from the guy? He's not my keeper. He's only just met me. I'm so frightened I feel sick to my stomach, I just don't know how long I can last in here. The medic guy is just giving me my meds, so I'm going to finish here. They make me sleepy, I welcome sleep. It takes away the pain.