"Why are you doing this?" I said, trying to push him away. He ignored my pleas and tore my jumpsuit open, trying to strip me naked completely. He bent me over on his desk, pressing my neck against the table.
I struggled to loose my self but he had the upper hand compared to me. I screamed as he fucked me. "Please don't do this to me" I cried, pleading with him. He gave a deaf ear to all my pleas and just continued with fucking me.
When he was done he took his gun and pointed it on my head. "Never speak of this to anybody" he threatened. "OK... OK sir" stammering as I trembled in fear. I dressed up and walked back to my cell.
"Please ground swallow me up" I thought to myself as I walked back to the cell. That incident left me with a lifelong trauma. It was close to the tenth time I have been harassed in such a manner.
Back at the cell, it was like I was mentally losing it. I was drowning in my agony, and there was no remedy to that. I would regularly use any sharp object I found in the cell and regularly cut my skin open.
I will be bleeding and would not feel the pain at all. Most times, I would regularly stab my leg violently until the inmates present in the cell would get a hold of me.
They offered the services of a therapist to look into my case and probably help me out. "Hi miss Laura" the therapist said. She was a beautiful young blonde lady. She looked like she was in her early 30s. She had a very nice shape.
"Laura!!" trying to call my presence back to order. I had already been drowned in my thoughts. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and looked at her slowly. "Now I have your attention can you talk to me" folding her arms.
I could not say a single word as I just starred at her on the other side of the table. It was like I had lost my sanity. We sat quiet for thirty minutes as she patiently waited for me to say a word.
The therapy session ended without me saying a single word. I was led back to my cell after the session. "What's up" the inmates in my cell said surrounding me. This time, it was not a call for violence. Actually, they just wanted to have a little talk with me.
As they began to share their experiences before they were arrested, I decided to join the fun anyway. We discussed and had a nice talk that night.
The next day, we were all called out to the front of cells, and we lined up. We were instructed that we would be tortured differently. "This is coming from the office of the jailer" the security guard said.
They led me into an abandoned room. The security guard assigned to me took out his baton and began to hit. I screamed and shouted, but that was a hopeless try as it was the same treatment or worse rather than other inmates were getting at that moment.
I sustained a lot of terrible marks. We returned back to our different cells starved. "You have a visitor" the security called upon me. I wondered who would come to pay me a visit at the prison in such a location.
I had no loved one or relative or anyone who would seem to care much about me. I decided to go and have a look for myself and find out who would want to know how I was doing in the cell.
I could not believe my eyes. It was my father's company general manager. He dressed in a suit with his well trimmed beards and bald hair. "Hi Laura" handing his hand for a hand shake.
"H....hi" I stammered, trying to understand why he was here. I took a seat. We did not say a word to each other for about five minutes. We just starred waiting for one of us to say something. "How has been in here" he took the first move. "Well it's been he'll in here" bowing my head.
"I am not actually to judge you or anything" he took a deep breath. "I just came to check on you" he added. I immediately felt emotional and broke down I tears. I knew I was a big disgrace. "Don't take it hard on yourself. We all make mistakes" patting on the back to console me from crying.
"Mine is obviously no mistake" I said, trying to clean up my tears with the handkerchief he offered. "It was all a quest for revenge, which I did not end up getting" I continued. I decided to confide in him and narrate to him the incidents that led to my situation.
He felt pity for me. "I don't know how to help you out now, but if I get any opportunity, I would not hesitate to help" he assured me. I wiped my tears and ate the lunch package he brought along. His time with me was up, and we bid farewell as he left the prison, and I was escorted back to my cell.
It was 2 years now in the prison, and things were not getting any better by the day. I was found pregnant two months later. I was actually raped again by the jailer, and it eventually led to my pregnancy.
I asked for an abortion because I knew I was not ready to be a mother, and I would not have my child grow in the walls of a prison or rather be taken from me. The doctors in the prison took care of the abortion. It resulted in complications, and they had to remove my womb, leaving me completely barren.