“Why are you doing this?” I said, trying to push him away. He ignored my pleas and tore my jumpsuit open, trying to strip me naked completely. He bent me over on his desk, pressing my neck against the table.
I struggled to loose my self but he had the upper hand compared to me. I screamed as he f****d me. “Please don’t do this to me” I cried, pleading with him. He gave a deaf ear to all my pleas and just continued with f*****g me.
When he was done he took his gun and pointed it on my head. “Never speak of this to anybody” he threatened. “OK... OK sir” stammering as I trembled in fear. I dressed up and walked back to my cell.
“Please ground swallow me up” I thought to myself as I walked back to the cell. That incident left me with a lifelong trauma. It was close to the tenth time I have
