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oint

me to be

man? In a prison full of violent, sex-deprived psychos? With these?" I pointed at my chest like th

sat there, arms folded, his eyes dead se

ad it custom-made. Maximum

ke-smiling. "Did you get it in bl

he tightest-looking piece of clothing I'd ever seen

ed gym rat. I've got curves. Breasts. Boobs. Melons. Do you even kn

get use

comfort like having your ribs crushed f

. Almost buzzed. Wear the prison uniform baggy, keep your h

roat. "You think I can suddenly drop an

oach your voice. You'll pr

without sarcasm. Y

ok. "You're good

you for believing in my inner

laugh. He

nna notice I'm missing somethi

of them lost it in fights. We'll file your record as someone who h

"That's d

s rea

hair, fake a deep voice, pretend I don't have boobs, balls or basic survival instinct... all t

Ye

nd this is your brill

he's still

cond. The room went still

tard breathes, he walks around with no consequences. After

g. Real family

lean. A second chance. T

irror. My reflection looked smug, bratty, un

ed up the bind

e if I can play

hell am I ev

ing it like it might bite. Then I turned b

y voice an octave, and chop all this hair. How exactly do I waltz into the mos

ll, hands in his pockets. Calm. C

e. You've been charged with robbery and aggravated assault.

assi

Town.' Male. Twenty-four. Repeat offender. The

my imaginary balls ar

castration report. Medical con

eally put your whole cr

pt explaining like we wer

n Block D. Same wing as him. Not too clos

e telling me the warden is in on this?

me. And I

seen him before. "You're actua

you're

bata

, voice low

ched. Examined. Fingerprinted. But all that's been cleare

bed the g

gh of

e just corrupt

'd be dead before you got past the gat

his was real. I was going into a hellhole, wearing a

unless spoken to. You keep your head down, learn the routines, figure out how to get close. But you do not make mistakes.

dead.

Looked me

orse th

e, I didn't have anyth