Taylor’s hands were shaking as he stood at the end of the row of prisoners. His fingers twitched and slowly rolled into fists, his eyes locked at the fence behind which he was going to spend the best years of his life. He had lost all his hope that the truth would come out. He knew that the videotapes that had mysteriously disappeared weren’t going to reappear… Or cops would go check the case once again as it was about a dead colleague… It was simply ridiculous to even dream that he would walk out of here before the end of those 15 to 25 years. Unless he got out in a black plastic bag…<br/><br/>He swallowed hard, wincing lightly as the two guys who seemed to be in charge of the place spoke. He wasn’t really listening to them, but he did catch a couple of words that for a moment made him think that maybe he wasn’t going to be treated all that badly here… Especially if the wardens made their subordinates actually follow the rules… But then again he doubted that this was going to happen. It was a public secret that life in prison was hell not only because of the inmates, but also because of the guards, who often took advantage over the weaker prisoners… Taylor could only hope that he wouldn’t be one of the weaker prisoners.<br/><br/>He glanced at the guys next to him, but this one glance was enough to tell him that he was most probably the ‘smallest’ among them. Yeah, he was fit and muscular, but it was just a city boy’s look, while the muscles on most of those guys seemed to be lethal weapons. He swallowed hard and bit on his bottom lip, trying to just switch his mind off, but it was simply impossible. He couldn’t stop thinking about all the possible things that could end up wrong here. Even if he wished he was dead, it didn’t mean that he actually wanted to be in pain. He was sick of being in pain… The past three months had been nothing but pain, but then again he was ready to bet that the pain until now had been nothing compared to the pain he was going to feel here…<br/><br/>“Walk!” One of the guards shouted at him and poked his ribs with a bat. Taylor glared at the guy – the very same one who had kicked him earlier, but he said nothing – he was smart enough to keep his mouth. He started walking slowly as his legs’ movements were limited by the chains, but it wasn’t long before they walked into a tunnel that led them between the prison’s walls. He was looking straight ahead of himself, trying to ignore the raising panic in his chest. It was just so unreal that this all was happening… But the hope that he would wake up from a nightmare had completely vanished by now.<br/><br/>In a matter of a few minutes the whole group was led into a big room, tiles on the floor and the walls, all wet. He almost tripped over a big hose on the ground, but he managed to stay on his feet, earning another painful poke in his ribs by that guard. He was going to be the first to pass through this strip, search, washing routine that everyone had seen on movies. Some of the guards remained with the other prisoners, while Taylor was taken by three other who took his cuffs off and ordered him to take his clothes off.<br/><br/>Taylor glanced over his shoulder, feeling how his cheeks warmed up for a moment – he had never stripped in front of so many guys, before he started taking his clothes off. A minute later the pants, the shirt,the shoes, the socks and the briefs he had been wearing were on the ground on a small pile that was taken away by one guard, wearing gloves, and thrown into a trashcan.<br/><br/>“Lean on the table and spread your legs.” One of the searching guards ordered him, pushing him lightly towards the table that was set in the middle of the room. Taylor closed his eyes, breathing in and out deeply, trying to stay calm. His body was nicely toned and he really had nothing to be ashamed of...Well… except for the fact that he was going to be searched in a second and that his pale skin was covered here and there with bruises… He did as he was told, keeping his eyes shut, his head looking away from everyone else. “Argh…” He cringed as he felt that guard spreading his ass cheeks and shoving a few lubed and gloved fingers up his rear. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been fingured before, but this wasn’t being fingered… There was nothing erotic about it, just purely humiliating and rather painful experienced as that guard tried to reach as deep as possible to make sure that Taylor was not hiding anything up his ass.<br/><br/>“Turn.” The guy ordered once he pulled his fingers out of Taylor, reaching out and taking Taylor’s chin, pulling it down to make his mouth open as widely as possible. He shoved his fingers in the blonde’s mouth with the very same hand and glove that he had searched his ass a moment earlier. Taylor gagged and choked as the man made sure that there were no threads tied for his teeth, hanging down his throat, having whatever tied for them.<br/><br/>And once he was satisfied he pushed Taylor into something that looked like a shower booth. One other guard threw a bucket filled with that white disinfecting powder in his face and front, shouting at him to turn to throw another one at his back, and soon Taylor looked like a ghost. The third guard, took the long pipe-like end of the hose and turned the ice cold water on. The jet was so strong that it made Taylor scream in shock. His pale skin went red from the ice-burn as that guard washed his body, under his armpits, his groin, ass, everything… It hurt like hell and Taylor didn’t even realize that he had started crying at some point of time…<br/><br/>When the water was turned off he could hardly stand on his feet, but the guards pushed him away towards another table and another set of guards. He felt like throwing up and collapsing at the same time, moving in a dream-like haze. “Dress up, bitch!” Some guard yelled at him and Taylor looked down to see that he was holding a blanket, two folded sets of that pale prison-blue clothes, two t-shirts, two pairs of socks and white underwear, sneaker, soap, small tube of tooth and a small folding toothbrush that had been designed so that it couldn’t be used as a weapon…<br/><br/>He put his new belongings down on a long bench, starting to put his clothes on. He was staggering a little bit, his hands shaking even worse from the cold, but he managed to put the clothes on, sit down and take the other items in his lap, waiting for everyone else to be done with the procedure so that they could be moved to the cells block and sent to their cells…<br/><br/>"This is hell..." Taylor mumbled to himself as he bent down a little, resting his head against his palms as a raging headache started taking over him.<br/>