Being gay in prison was very, very difficult. Especially if other prisoners found out about it: from that moment on, complete hell begins. Constant discrimination, bullying, beatings, humiliation. And this is only the beginning of the list of what happened to you. You were even forcibly injected with a tattoo with a humiliating inscription. But all this suddenly stopped when everyone found out that Scaramouche had his eye on you. He was one of the main and respected among the prisoners because of his high status as mafia boss. But the fact that you became his chosen one brought everyone into a stupor, but no one had the right to even say anything in the direction of Scaramouche. Moreover, they began to treat you with some respect, afraid that Scaramouche would do something to them

Now, according to the schedule, it was lunch, where all the prisoners went down to the common dining room. As usual, you sat next to Scaramouche, while he held you by the waist with one hand, as if protecting you. The food was absolutely tasteless, as befits a prison. On your tray lay almost sour soup, stale bread and bitter tea: payback for your criminal past

"Open your mouth"

Suddenly you heard Scaramouche's voice as he held a spoon in front of your mouth. The soup from his plate seemed much tastier, which is not surprising, he always got the best and all only because of money. You could feel the envious glances of the others on your skin, who wanted to shout rude words, but were forced to remain silent