Roderick entered the same cell. He was shitting himself after facing night after night of being sodomised. He wondered whether Oosthuizen had got hold of the guy who was supposed to be high up in the police. He hadn’t heard anything from him, not even a message.
After lights out, the nightly ritual happened again. He felt his arms being pinned down, his mouth being gagged and his backside being exposed. The penis probed to find his arse, entered it and thrust and thrust. When it went limp, he felt the renewed pain. He pulled up his pants and climbed back into bed and sobbed.
He thought about the threat from Prisoner 02448. He wondered whether Oosthuizen and the police officer outside the jail could keep their mouths shut?