The blood rushing from my temple didn’t bother me. That’s slang for being out of sight from the cameras. Sometime later, I woke up in a closet, which in prison is called “the cut”. When I told them no, one of them pulled out a piece of rebar and clobbered me across the face.Įverything after that is a blur. It was obvious what they wanted because the jerks kept making comments about showing them my backside. When the correctional officers weren’t present, two of the LKs cornered me near the doorway. Plus, I had a part-time job as a furniture mover with a local company.Īt any rate, the rape happened after I was assigned to the Maintenance Shop. Before getting sent to the slammer, I used to work out at the gym and box. Now before I get too far into this, you need to know I wasn’t a scrawny guy. Related: Male sexual assault isn’t about sexual orientation
While I can’t be sure, I’m guessing they were close to my age. You see, one of the things you find out when you get sent away is that everyone knows your business, including who you are and why you are doing time.Īt any rate, on the fifth day of my incarceration, I had two members of the Latin Kings ( LKs) forcing me to have sex with them. The first couple of days weren’t terrible but that was only because I was being sized up by other inmates.
