Tye was a burly black inmate in his mid-40s, with a body covered in tattoos. He had been in prison for years and had built a reputation for being tough. He was sitting on his bunk in his cell, smoking a cigarette when he heard someone being escorted down the corridor. He stood up to see who it was.

"Open up," the guard shouted.

Tye, still holding his cigarette, opened the door. He saw a young white inmate named Jake being escorted into the cell. Jake was skinny and pale, trembling with fear.

"What the fuck did you do, white boy?" Tye asked, taking a long drag from his cigarette.

"I didn't do anything," Jake said, his voice quivering. "I was in the wrong place at the wrong time."

Tye walked up to him, towering over him. "You're in my cell now, bitch. And I own you."

Jake's eyes widened with fear. Tye pushed him against the wall and pressed his body against his. "You're gonna do whatever I say. You understand me, white boy?" Tye growled.

Jake nodded, his whole body shaking.