It's the next day. Crip is sleeping peacefully in his uncomfortable bed, until two people come in and grab him. His eyes shoot open, and he struggles.

Crip: "Where are you taking me?!"
He asks quickly, realizing they're inmates here just like him.
They drag him into the dining room, and proceed to hold him down. Others crowd him, holding something.
Is that....is that a bow?

He struggles against them, repeating the words "no" and "stop."

They start tugging his clothes off and putting new ones on him. What was going on?

Finally they all back away, grinning madly at what they had done. Crip sits up, backing away on the floor, breathing heavily.

Only when he looks down does he realize what they've done. He's in girls clothes...a short skirt, to be exact, and they put a large bow in his hair.

Suddenly he hears slow clapping, and looks up.

Jacob: "Now don't you look cute Crippy~"

Crips eyes widen. Jacob was sitting with his legs crossed.

Jacob: "On the table~"
He orders, and the inmates grab Crip again, putting him on top of the table and standing around it.

Jacob: "Now, dance Crippy~"

Crips eyes widen again: "W-what?"

Jacob: "Dance for me~"

Crip frowns deeply, crossing his arms.
Crip: "I will NOT."

Jacob starts to laugh.
Jacob: "Oh, that's more like it, there's that spark~"

Crip tries to get down, but an inmate stops him, pushing him back.

Jacob: "I like your fire. Now dance~"

Suddenly a wooden stick pokes his leg, causing him to jerk it up, and move his arms.
Then another, and another. They were toying with him, forcing him to dance.
This was embarrassing..humiliating.

Crip pushes forward, jumping down off the table in front of Jacob, who stands up.
He pushes Crip back down, and kicks him, right across the face. Crip lets out a pained groan, but then the other inmates start beating him with the sticks. It hurt, but he can't cry out, that'll make Jacob think he won.

He really was a sick bastard after all.