The horror's of my new life

As the prison doors slammed shut the horrific smell of unwashed bodies came over me, almost making me choke in disgust. I was being cut off from the beautiful fresh air that I was born to live in. It was rather humid and I was finding it increasingly difficult to suck the oxygen into my body. The walls, the ceiling and the floor were all the same dull color. My room was extremely dark; there were no windows, just a hole in the wall with black steel bars crossing it which let in absolutely no light. I had a table and a chair made up of compressed cardboard which was attached to the floor with long bent rusted nails. I could only take two large strides before I reached the other side of this foul-smelling cage. I could not even stand on my tiptoes or else my head would hit a centimeter of filth on the ceiling above.
My cell stank, my clothes stank, and the whole place stank. My clothes would only get washed once a month and I had a blanket on my bed that had not been washed since the day I got here. 
Why did I rape those women? Was it really worth it? I know that they were unbelievably sexy and good looking, but why couldn’t I just keep my hands off of them? I need help. Once my girlfriend found out I had raped all those women, including her best friend, it was over, my life, my love, my everything. 
“Hey there pretty boy,” someone said from the corner. I turn around to see my cell mate watching me pace. “Um...um hey,” I said, but trying not to look at him directly. He started walking toward me a bit. “I heard that you’re in here for rape, is that true?” he asked me. “Um, yeah that’s true, why you asking?” I said a little nervous because he had this strange look in his eyes. “I love a man who knows how to be rough,” he said walking toward me even more. “W-what are you doing?” I said because he started rubbing his hand all over my body. He never answered he continued to rub his hand all over me, but then he got to the lump in the front of my suit. Why was I hard? This man is about to try and have sex with me and I’m getting turned on by it.
The next thing I knew was he was taking off my jump suit and getting on his knees. I jumped back. “Just what do you think you’re doing!?” I said yelling now. “I want you, and I’m going to have you, I’m going to devour you,” he said crawling over to me. For some insane reason when he said that I couldn’t move, that’s when I felt his mouth on me. Why was it feeling good? Why is he doing this? I’m a terrible person. He was truly devouring me; I slipped away into a deep, dark, haze of lust, passion, and fear….. What’s going to happen when I wake up?