Grabbing the piece of clothes given to me as well as the others that was brought here alongside me, we were all given a deep orange outfit with a number tag on its left side of the chest material, I was given number 710 uniform as I took it to go change into.
Bringing my outfit outside with me just the way I took the uniform in, I handed my belongings over to the person in charge of taking them, as I headed off to the room directed to us. They gave me a cover to hold onto, asking me to stand straight for a portrait photo, then by the side. After the photos were taken, I was directed into the prison yard as well as those brought here alongside me.
We were assigned a room each, the room I was taken into, there were three people there already, the beds positioned at each side of the wall, an up and down positioned bed. They were staring blankly at me, all of them were looking hefty and jacked, I shouldn't be in this room, but do I have any option?, No.
I was scared to speak to any of them, but can I possibly stay like that forever?, Definitely a no. My heartbeat increased, watching how the guys are staring down on a skinny dude like me.
“ Hel.... hell....hello, my.... my name is.....my name is..... I'm called Jerome, Jerome, it's nice to meet you guys....”
I greeted them, the fear in my voice visible, my heartbeat really high that I am beginning to find it quite hard to take air into my lungs. “ It's Nice to meet us?, inside the prison?, Common guys we should fuck this pussy up!!!....” 
The biggest guy in there threatened, trying to approach me, making me to move back only to be stopped by the bars behind me, oh God, I have been locked in, I fell to the floor, my back on the bars. Right in here, I can hear screams from the other cells, people getting beaten up and the police aren't doing anything to stop it, the few officers I can see from here wasn't even concerned about whatever is going on.
“ Help!...help!!...”
I screamed on top of my voice, holding my hands high, trying to defend myself whilst sitting down on the floor with the bars behind me. The guy started laughing, laughing out loud, seeing the way I was scared of his presence and asking to be rescued, others were laughing with him too, both of them on their different beds, having fun watching me scared to shit.
“ Hey.... I'm Drew....”
He brought his hand down towards me, instead of beating me, he's offering his hand to get me up. I knew about how new inmates get beaten up, I have heard of it, I have read it and I have also seen it in movies, but the big guy that just wanted to destroy me moments ago was now offering me his hand to get me up with a handshake.
No, I can't trust him, I can't, he looks scary, other inmates out there are getting damaged, how will I be made an exception?. I ran away from his front, though the cell was small, I ran and hid by the extreme, like me folding myself there would make me invisible. I'm a twenty eight years old man, yet here I am, acting like a kid who's getting spanked with a rod by his Dad. The man didn't move from his ground, neither did he turn around to face me.
“ Believe me, you wouldn't like it if you continue leaving my hand up here for another second....”
Oh God, that was a threat, I think I am about pissing him up, oh God, what should I do?. I had to let go of my fear and run back to him, fidgeting for a moment before taking that handshake.
Scream erupted from my cell, not that someone else was in pain, I was the one in pain, hearing my own voice so loud in my ear that it felt like I was going to pass out, feeling like all my blood is pumping up to my head, he was still holding the handshake, but it was no longer a handshake, he was squeezing my hand with his without even putting any effort, if felt like all the bones in my hand has already been cracked to pieces.
The moment he left me, I was on the floor, holding my wrist to numb the pain in my palm, I was crying like a baby in the presence of his Mom, trying to get her attention. 
“ If there's gonna be next time Jerome, never leave my handshake hanging....”
He laughed out loud, as well as the other jacked guys, all of them watching me in tears like a baby starving with hunger. I'm in pain and I only have myself to blame for not accepting his handshake in the first place.
“ I am Mark....” one of the other guys introduced himself, bringing his hand forward for a handshake, I am in no position for a handshake as they can see, but leaving any of their hands hanging comes with a penalty. With shaky hand and as well with the support of my left hand, I raised my right hand up for another handshake, risking it all.
He shook me gently before walking back to his bed, as well as the other who came to me and also introduced himself as karl, giving me a slight handshake without hurting my already cracked palm, possibly.
Still sitting on the floor, trying to get my palm in good condition first, I heard my name been called behind me, turning around, it was an officer, he was staring down at me because I was sitting on the floor.
“ Someone is here to see you, says it's your lawyer....”