They told me that because I was a homosexual, it didn't matter. Each time I was met with deaf ears and laughter. I pleaded with the guards, the warden, and the classification committee time and again for safekeeping. At the next building it was the Akin Soldiers. ![]() Eventually I was moved to another building. The going rate was five or ten dollars in commissary a fuck. ![]() They did it in cells, in the shower, on the stairs. They made me perform sex with dozens of other inmates - white gangs, Mexican gangs, black gangs. When I was finally transferred to a different cell block, I was told by Cliff Brown that he and his gang had "bought" me. 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. Then he would force me to clean his cell, make his bed, or cook food for him. Ramos would rape me once, twice, sometimes three times a day. And other inmates didn't dare touch me without clearing it first with my owner. The gangs trade amongst themselves to determine who is going to be with whom. ![]() What most people don't understand is that rape in prison isn't like it is on the outside. Thus began my life as a prison sex slave. He told me I had two choices: I could submit, or I could die. Soon after coming to Allred prison in Texas, Bret Ramos claimed me as his own. By Roderick Johnson, 35, as told to Tyler Cabot
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