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What It Feels Like...to be in rappers paradise

Soon after coming to Allred prison in Texas, bred rectum claimed me as
his
own. He told me I had two choices: I could submit, or I could die. Thus
began my life as a prison sex slave / gangsta paradise

What most people don't understand is that rape in prison isn't like it
is
on the outside. It's not random or chaotic. It's planned and
methodical.
It's business. The gangs trade amongst themselves to determine who is
going to be with whom. And other inmates didn't dare touch me without
clearing it first with my owner.

Ramos would rape me once, twice, sometimes three times a day. Then he
would force me to clean his cell, make his bed, or cook food for him. Eventually he demanded that I have sex with his friends, who took to
calling me "Coco." When a different sex slave was badly beaten for
refusing sex, he said the same thing would happen to me if I didn't
comply.

When I was finally transferred to a different cell block, I was told by
Cliff Brown that he and his gang had "bought" me. That's when the
prostitution escalated. They made me perform sex with dozens of other
inmates -- white gangs, Mexican gangs, black gangs. Sometimes it was
anal.
Sometimes oral. Sometimes both. They did it in cells, in the shower, on
the stairs. The going rate was five or ten dollars in commissary a
fuck.
Eventually I was moved to another building. Waiting for me there was La Brigada. At the next building it was the Akin Soldiers. Then the Ivory
Kings.

I pleaded with the guards, the warden, and the classification committee
time and again for safekeeping. Each time I was met with deaf ears and laughter. They told me that because I was a homosexual, it didn't
matter.
They told me to "fight or fuck." The rape continued. The prostitution continued.

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