Taylor kept his eyes on the floor, feeling just so exhausted. He guessed that it was the ice-cold water shocking his organism that made him feel so tired, but he didn’t even try to think about it – he had no strength. He sighed quietly, wincing every time when the water started running to wash the next prisoners, making him hold his belongings closer to him as if trying to get some warmth out of them. He didn’t know just how much time had passed since his search, but at some point a guard came to him and pulled him for the elbow.<br/><br/>“Get up.” The dark-haired guard ordered (well, almost shouted) as he pushed Taylor forwards, thinking that those damn prisoners were such lazy asses. Taylor groaned and glared over his shoulder, not that his glare was all that much of a glare – he was really like a kitten among tigers in here, wasn’t he? But still… He didn’t like being treated like this. He had killed a man by accident! He wasn’t a murderer! He wasn’t a scumbag! He would have been a doctor! He would have been saving people’s lives!  And most importantly – he was a human being… And he was not feeling great right now – he doubted anyone would feel great after a search like this, so why did this damn guard have to be such a moron?<br/><br/>“Move.” The man hissed as he poked his ribs with his baton. Taylor clenched his teeth as he stumbled out of the room, guessing that each of them was going to be taken to their cells by their ‘own’ guard. He bit on the inside of his bottom lip as he walked down the corridors, soon walking into the common part of the cell blocks. The prisoners had already seen the fresh meat coming in, so they had been waiting for the new boys to be led out of the disinfection room and as soon as Taylor stepped out they started whistling and calling him to come over and try how it feels to have a big cock up your ass.<br/><br/>He tried to ignore all of this, not looking around, being poked every now and then in the back by the guard’s baton. “This way.” He was guided until they reached an opened cell. “Get in.” Taylor was pushed in the cell and the door was closed, making a clicking noise as it was locked automatically. “Have fun, boys.” The guard laughed as he walked away, leaving Taylor and his new cellmate alone.<br/><br/>Taylor breathed in and out deeply, swallowing hard as he turned to look at his cellmate. He remained next to the door, holding onto his new and only belongings as he faced Terrence for the first time. At this very moment he didn’t know what he felt… maybe a little relieved, because he guessed that his cellmate could have been some huge guy who could break him into two with little to no difficulty, but this man… he looked a little bigger than he was… Though his eyes did look scary.<br/><br/>Taylor gulped as he glanced at the bunk bed, noticing that the man had just moved in as well. He really wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. Was there any proper greeting in prison?! Finally he gave a faint nod, trying to keep his face emotionless, though his eyes gave away just how freaked out he was right now. “Hi.” He spoke, his voice low, a bit chocked. “I’m… Taylor… I guess we’ll be cellmates…” He did look alert – as if he was expecting to be attacked or something, but truth to be told, he simply didn’t know what to expect. Even if his cellmate didn’t look all that scary, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t a psycho...<br/>