Bill was in prison, he didn’t do anything, he was framed. It wouldn’t be a problem if he wasn’t a target for all the inmates. Bill was essentially a slave to the other inmates, all because he was smaller, weaker, and prettier. The inmates called him all sorts of names. Bill was at lunch with all the rest of the inmates when a large man comes up to him. “H-hi… need something?” Bill asks the man nervously.