Congratulations on Skullfucking Your Nemesis!

It was tough for you when your wife died. She was your whole world: the woman you loved, the center of your universe, the mother of your children, those as yet unborn. And to boot you were framed for murder.

The real killer was actually the DA’s nephew so you didn’t have a fucking chance. Maximum security prison was just a brief trial with some flimsy evidence away, and before you knew it you were sharing a cell with a racist sociopath named Carl.

You’d always thought of yourself as a good person, but once you went inside you found out just how wrong you were. Everything you’d believed in was torn apart faster than you could blink. There was no good fight, no chance the make the world better. There was just a laundry list of threats and humiliations, lessons in just how hideous a creature man is.

But you’ve always been a quick learner and you adapted to it. You did things to other men you never thought you’d do. You’ve performed sexual favors and acts of violence that would make most people quail in terror. And you’ve found a strange, deeply unsettling strength in yourself in these acts, a powerful ability to survive.

Over the last few months you’ve been working through your appeals, still unsure of just why you’re in here. After all, you’ve had no idea just who was responsible. But today, following your latest rejected appeal, you’ll receive a visit from the DA’s nephew.

He’ll know all the guards, and it’ll be clear you’re not the first person he’s put here. As he strolls in he’ll pat a fifty into the guard’s hand and the guard will nod, then head out after disabling all the recording devices in the room.

The man is a monster, and if it wasn’t for the glass you’d tear him to pieces. He just sat there and rattled off the details of your wife’s murder, the things he did to her and the people he’d done the same to. Then he told you, calmly and carefully, that you were going to rot in here for the rest of your life. That you’d never have a scrap of power again.

Then he’ll walk out. He won’t even feel nervous about turning his back on you. Instead, he’ll feel strong. Your fury will amuse him, and he’ll see himself as something of a godlike figure here. You’re trapped in a tiny box and he’s running free, taking the lives of whoever he pleases.

When you get back to your cell you’ll be fuming. Carl won’t be having any of it, though. He’ll want his rape-toy-time, and to hell with what you have to say about it. But you’re smarter and faster than Carl, and when he comes at you swinging you’ll have him on the floor before he has a chance to even think about grabbing his shiv.

Then you’ll gouge his eye out with your bare hands and thrust your now erect penis into the empty socket. You’ll shout “I’m coming for you!” while you do it. It’ll be pretty fucking scary.

The upside of this is that you’re going to get a lot more respect on “the inside.” In fact, you might even be able to join a gang one day and exact vengeance on the DA’s nephew. The downside is, your appeal’s process is fucked in a whole new way now.

But when you think about it, it was already fucked pretty bad. So we’ll just say congratulations on skullfucking your nemesis, and leave it at that.