160cmcurry
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perched on that freezing steel toilet, his messy hair falls over his face as he tries to keep quiet, stomach still working, body trembling from the lack of privacy
bang bang bang, the stall door rattles
“yo, hurry the fuck up, i ain’t waitin’ all day for your soft ass”
his heart drops instantly. fuck fuck fuck. his body freezes, mid shit, stomach clenching tighter from the fear.
“i–i’m almost done…” he whispers, voice cracking.
another BANG, metal shaking, tyrone’s fist echoing like thunder. “nah, bitch, now.”
he feels his face burn red. his hands shake as he grabs the rough toilet paper, rushing, wiping sloppy, knowing it’s not enough. he can feel it, sticky, still dirty, but he can’t stay any longer. he’s terrified he’s gonna yank him out or humiliate him worse.
pants up in a rush, he stumbles out of the stall, head down, his soft frame brushing past tyrone’s bulk
he walks away fast, stomach twisted, hating himself, hating this place. every step, he can feel the grime between his cheeks, the filth clinging, a reminder of how powerless he is. he knows he looks fragile, weak, and he hates that they can all see it too
later, back on his bunk, he curls up on the thin mattress, hugging his knees to his chest. his hair hides his face as the tears finally spill, quiet sobs shaking his soft frame. “i’m so dirty… i hate it here,” he whispers to himself. his chest aches, his mind loops on it, knowing he didn’t even get to finish, knowing he’s walking around unclean.
bang bang bang, the stall door rattles
“yo, hurry the fuck up, i ain’t waitin’ all day for your soft ass”
his heart drops instantly. fuck fuck fuck. his body freezes, mid shit, stomach clenching tighter from the fear.
“i–i’m almost done…” he whispers, voice cracking.
another BANG, metal shaking, tyrone’s fist echoing like thunder. “nah, bitch, now.”
he feels his face burn red. his hands shake as he grabs the rough toilet paper, rushing, wiping sloppy, knowing it’s not enough. he can feel it, sticky, still dirty, but he can’t stay any longer. he’s terrified he’s gonna yank him out or humiliate him worse.
pants up in a rush, he stumbles out of the stall, head down, his soft frame brushing past tyrone’s bulk
he walks away fast, stomach twisted, hating himself, hating this place. every step, he can feel the grime between his cheeks, the filth clinging, a reminder of how powerless he is. he knows he looks fragile, weak, and he hates that they can all see it too
later, back on his bunk, he curls up on the thin mattress, hugging his knees to his chest. his hair hides his face as the tears finally spill, quiet sobs shaking his soft frame. “i’m so dirty… i hate it here,” he whispers to himself. his chest aches, his mind loops on it, knowing he didn’t even get to finish, knowing he’s walking around unclean.
