Prison Predicament

In the dimly lit prison cell, Jake sat on his bunk, his nerves rattling with the knowledge that he was about to be taken advantage of. He stared at the menacing figure of Spike, a burly inmate who was known for having his way with new prisoners.

Spike towered over Jake, his arms crossed over his chest as he sneered down at him. "You know you're mine now, right bitch?" he growled, practically salivating at the thought of what he was about to do.

Jake gulped, his eyes widening in fear as he tried to think of a way out of this. "Please, man, I don't want any trouble," he pleaded, his voice shaking.

Spike just laughed, reaching out to grab Jake by the hair and yank him towards him. "You don't get a choice, sweetheart," he snarled, his hands roughly grabbing Jake's body and throwing him onto the bed.

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What happens next?