barefootinmate: Maddy sat in the tiny holding cell in the basement of the courthouse, weeping softly
barefootinmate: Maddy sat in the tiny holding cell in the basement of the courthouse, weeping softly. She sat up and began scolding the driver of the prison transport van when he arrived to pick her up. “I did NOT do this,” she objected. “You’re not listening to me…why is nobody listening to me? Those drugs were planted!” “So what if you are innocent?,” the driver asked. “Let me clue you in to a little thing called the prison industrial complex. With all these privately run prisons now, everything is about the almighty dollar. These places don’t make money unless there are felons to watch over. Sometimes, we have to get a little creative to make sure the prison population is right. Need the big angry fighter to keep everybody in line, need the older motherly type to keep spirits up when the girls get hormonal, and, in your case, need a young cutie now and then for fucking. You got what - six years? Suck it up and deal. Look at it this way - you keep paychecks coming for fellas like me. Now, on your feet - time to get you home.” “There will be no ‘fucking’,” Maddy mumbled under her breath as she struggled to her feet as instructed. “You sure?,” the driver asked, taking Maddy by the arm. “Nobody’s going to force you to do anything,” he said. “But you may learn that sometimes you need to go along to get along. You’ll have to decide if you prefer a quick six years, or a very long six years.” -- source link