The Prison Predator

As the cell door slammed shut, Jack felt a knot tighten in his stomach. He had heard stories about what happened to men like him in prison, but he never believed it would happen to him. He looked around the small, dimly lit cell and saw a man sitting on the bottom bunk.

The man was tall, with broad shoulders, and a scruffy beard. His name was Hector, and he had a menacing look in his eyes. "What are you in for?" Hector asked, his voice gruff.

Jack hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should trust this man. "I was caught with some drugs," he finally admitted.

Hector chuckled. "You're in the wrong place, pretty boy. This is the section for the tough guys." He got up and walked over to Jack, his large hand reaching out to touch his face. Jack flinched, but Hector didn't seem to notice. "But maybe we can make an exception for you," he whispered, his breath hot on Jack's neck.

Jack tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. He could feel Hector's body pressing against him, and he knew he was in trouble. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice shaking.

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