What’s happened to me? Why such wicked daydreams? What has Big d**k turned me into?
I woke lying on my back in my cell’s bunk.
“You okay?” Casey bent over me, his forehead filled with worry lines.
“Oh, god, how can anybody be okay in this s*x-slave prison with that crazed mega-computer, Big d**k, in control?” I groaned and sat up. Casey sat down on his bunk, facing me.
“Casey,” I said, “I have bad news. Big d**k has discovered a way to make everyone’s torment even more efficient for his twisted idea of amusement. He’s going to use our own conflicts against us. He knows everything we wrote about each other in our personal files. He is using every employee’s anger, jealousy, and envy against each other. Anyone who has a grudge or wish for revenge against someone is selected to punish tha
