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It was the end of feeding time, and the guard came around to retrieve my tray. He didn't know I had a piece of fence-wire I had pulled off the yard earlier that day.
He also didn't know I had tested positive for HIV last week. I used my disposable razor to cut my wrist, with that I dipped the sharp end of the wire in the wound and waiting for Marshall Madden to pick up my tray. Wait. Here's a little backstory between Madden and I. When I first came to this place, I was singled out by Madden for a particularly brutal beating, followed by a night of repeated sexual assault by him and several other guards on duty. Never have I been treated so badly or without respect. Hell, I would have given it up to him if he just asked nicely, as he isn't ugly. Alas. Madden was two cells down collecting the trays. I held out my tray for him to collect. As he reached in, I jerked it back and grabbed his hand in an amazing ninja-like death grip. I raked the razorsharp wire across his arm, cutting as deep as I possibly could. He pulled his arm and slammed my face against the cold metal bars, breaking out several of my front teeth in the process. I started spitting blood all over his face in a vein attempt to get it in his mouth or eyes. Madden got his arm free and flew against the bars of the cell across from me. Davis had a shiv and grabbed Madden and slammed the homemade weapon into his jugular vein. Fucking Germans. |
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| Posted by Supporter of Ham #2361 @ 2007-01-01 12:34:00 | |
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