Why you shouldn't drop soap in prison

Don't own YGO chars. wish I did, so on and so forth....

Never been to prison before, if you have and wish to correct me feel free...

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Ryou the Hikari is referred to as Ryou, Yami Bakura is referred to as Bakura...

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(Ryou)

no one ever suspects the quite ones do they? No... he didn't think I would do it... He thought harmless little Ryou would never ever shoot him

I pulled the trigger with a smile on my face. I was grinning from ear to ear as I pulled the trigger and shot him. Not once mind you, 8 times.

How could I do such a thing?

I didn't except getting caught. Sure, I put on my most innocent face. How the jury all thought I looked cute, incapable of ever killing any one.

I probably would have gotten away with my little stunt if the evidence didn't point to me like a giant billboard.

I feel so sad.

So I was convicted, they put cute, innocent looking Ryou away. I got off easy though, I wouldn't be in jail for long. My father would free me, then life would go back to the way it would be... back to cute innocent Ryou...

I'm afraid, I don't want to go! Daddy! Help me! No! Let go of Me! Don't touch me! Give me my cloths back! I didn't mean it!

No...what have I done? I was so angry with that poor dead boy, so, so, angry. I change when I'm angry. My therapist said I'm schizophrenic, I don't know.

The guard led me to my cell, cold looking place, it didn't have a window. What’s that? What did that guard say? Every ones working out outside? That my cell mate is gone with the rest to work out? Why is that guard smiling?

I'm being led out in to a large yard. The walls... they're so huge, and all that barbed wire. Those men are watching me from the tower. I hear whistles, the other prisoners are calling rude things out to me. I know I'm very pretty, my nice lithe body, my shiny silver hair.

The guard is walking away now, hes talking to one of the prisoners. I can't see, some ones in my way.

"Excuse me sir, would you please move to the side?" I ask it so politly. ouch! He pushed me on to the ground. What is he talking about? I don't want to fight him. I crawl away.

I sit to the side, out of the way. I just watch every one. So many people...so many...

Whats that sound? They're calling every one back in now? I follow. I'm in a large room with showers. Every ones stripping down. Do they want me to do the same? I don't like being naked in front of others. I do any way.

I walk in to a stall last, every one else has gone before me. Why is the guard hustleing every one out? Does he know I don't like people watching when I shower? Every ones gone now.

I start to rinse. I reach for the soap. It slipped. I bend down to pick it up.

Some ones standing behind me, some one has their object pushed snug between my legs. I don't move, if I get up I'd only be enclosing my globes around it. I wont do that.

"Your hot you know that? I paid the prison Guard to give us a little time, Your all mine till then. How should we do this first?" Says the voice behind me.

What is he going to do?

"I-I, I'm not that way, I-I don't do that" I stutter.

"I wasn't asking if you did this or not, I was asking what position you would like to be in when I did do you" The voice said.

I fall forward on my knees and quickly turn around to see my captor. He...He looks like me! His hair is a little different...but he looks like me!

I face my reflection.

"As you wish…” my reflection says. He pushes my legs up and apart. No! I don’t like this! What is he doing with his finger?! Ahhhhhhh! Ngh! Tears slide down my face. You can’t tell though… the warm water rushing over by body hides it. The spray of the steamy water against my skin, caressing, like my reflection is doing on the inside of me.

It hurts.

He pushes in another finger, scissoring in side of me, then another. The pain is mixed with something else… pleasure? Am I enjoying the way he’s working around inside of me? The way he leans over and plunders my mouth?

I scream.

No, the scream is muffled as his lips pillage the inside of my mouth. This robber of my innocents’ smiles. His tools are inside of me now. He’s pushing deep within my, he rams in to something. Ung…it feels so good, the way he hit some thing deep inside.

I’m still crying.

He wraps his hand around my hips, grinding himself in to the hilt.

He fills me up.

He washes off and leaves me where I lay. Under the water that now runs cold. The guard comes and tells me to get up… I can barley move. I stumble in to my cloths and to myl. l.

It’s quite.

I look at the top bunk as the bars close behind me.

My reflection grins back at me…

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