Most of the women in here have had it easy. They’re soft. Give ’em a slap and they’ll do what you want. That’s why the screws get laid so often.
I fight. Mostly the screws leave me alone. Sure, I’ve been thrown in the hole, but at least there you’re left alone. I’m not afraid of the dark. I’ve been in worse places.
Here, I have respect. I organise the girls, and protect the ones who’re worth it.
I never back down, even if I get hurt. I don’t show fear. When that bastard Henricks beat my head against the wall I just kept laughing until he dropped me.
I got a month in the hole, but Henricks never bothered with me again.
Nothing in here is gonna break me.
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