Raquel de la Rose, a.k.a. Roland Stoppard, was rushed to hospital in an ambulance, his body gruesomely mutilated and drained of much life giving blood, leaving in his wake many questions and rising tensions.

Immediately after the incident had occurred, Jackson realised a terrible mistake had been made; Raquel had accidentally taken Jackson's soap dish. The only conclusion was that the rigged bar of soap had been intended for him. But who had arranged it and why?

Spider was left the shower block feeling scared and desperate. His plan had been bungled, and badly, thanks to that stupid tranny! The Crane faggot was unharmed, and how long would it take for Bubba to figure out that maybe Spider had meant the attack for his little jailhouse bitch, and not for de la Rose?

“Damn that fucking Crane cunt!” He would die yet, Spider vowed to himself, as the sweaty, gaunt little man stealthily made his way back to Jackson's cell amongst the confusion.

Once in the cell, Spider took the cord from the electric jug and pulled it tight between his hands, deciding that it would suit his purpose just fine. He took up position behind the cell door and waited for the youth to enter the lair.

The prison officers shooed the remaining, curious, inmates away from the -shower block. The prisoners ambled off in packs, mumbling to themselves and gossiping; wondering who had done it and why they had bothered to get at de la Rose? It wasn't the actual attack or the method of it that surprised most the inmates but rather the victim: Raquel de la Rose - he was kept mainly to himself and was relatively harmless. It didn't make sense.

Jackson shuffled back to his cell, mulling over in his mind what he had witnessed, wondering how he friend was, and becoming more sure with each moment that the razors had been meant for him. If anything happened to Raquel, he would never be able to forgive himself. But when he found out who had done it, Jackson would find some way of paying them back!

He entered his cell and was immediately greeted by a cord being dropped over his head and pulled taunt around his throat, cutting off his breath.

He gagged for air, hearing the door to his cell being slammed shut, and was then pushed roughly forward He instinctively reached for the cord, trying to loosen it and pull it away from his throat, but it was only pulled tighter, burning into the flesh of his neck until it felt scorched and on fire. He felt pressure mounting behind his eyes and in his temples. He could only catch glimpses of his attacker in his peripheral vision, plus the rank, rotten odor of sweat, and a sickly, sweet and sour breath coming in pants over Jackson's shoulder.

Spider pushed his face closer and at last Jackson could see his assailant. Spider's face was glistening with sweat, but glowed with nervous delight. He watched the youth's face turn a deep blue as Jackson gaped for a breath he could not past to his lungs.

"Yeah, it's me," Spider sneered, twittering queerly. "Pity about your tranny butt bitch, eh? Should've been you, but that doesn't matter now... you little shit!" He pulled the cord tighter still and cursed between clenched teeth.

"Bubba was my ticket out of this place, but I wasn't good enough ...I'm not important enough ...well fuck him, fuck you both!."

“Please...!" Jackson gasped, his eyes bulging and watering, as he tried to pry himself free.

Spider giggled girlishly, then hardened and applied the last of his strength that would take Jackson's life away. He did not count on Bubba arriving with the Delvicchio brothers in tow.

The moment he heard the cell door swing open, Spider had a premonition, and when he turned around and saw that it was Bubba, he instantly dropped the cord and Jackson fell to the floor, on his knees, gasping and wheezing for air, rubbing at his chaffed and burning throat.

Spider's frightened, dark eyes bounced about in their sockets, knowing what was to come, but looking for a way out. He backed away from the three men, until he was up against a wall. His eyes were moist and filled with terror.

Bubba, flanked by the brothers, entered the cell. The door was closed behind them. The three intimidating, heavyset men gazed down on Spider in a moment's silence.

Bubba shook his head. “Stupid, Spider. Bad move,” he said, as the Delvicchio brothers circled around the cowering figure like hideous hyenas.

Spider wondered if he should try to call out for help, but this thought went untried. The twin brothers were on Spider, grinding him into the floor with their fists and feet in a furious spectacle of barbaric violence. Spider's pleas and groans were almost pitiful.

Bubba watched on dispassionately, with young Jackson kneeling on the floor, his hands still massaging his neck. He, too, was watching as the Delvicchio brothers bashed Spider to the nearer side of death.

Finally Bubba called them off. Spider was held up between the titanic twins, where he sagged unceremoniously - a diminutive figure with his head bowed before Bubba. Small sobs escaped his lips, which dribbled with saliva and blood, and his body trembled all over. Blood oozed from one ear that was almost torn entirely off his head.

Bubba put his hand under Spider's chin, forcing the battered young man to look up at him. His face was a swollen map of bruises, and reduced to an almost unrecognisable and bloody pulp. His nose was broken and streamed with blood and snot, which ran in a viscous stream over his raw and mangled lips that were swelling into tight balloons pulling back over gums filled with broken teeth. His eyes rested blearily on Bubba for a moment, and then dropped to the floor. One eye was completely shut, the other was filled with blood.

"You pathetic piece of shit," Bubba muttered. "You tired to hurt my pretty child, and you tried to fuck up my escape plans," he went on in a soft voice. He bent down to pick the electric jug cord from off the floor. He handed it to Gino Delvicchio, who accepted it wordlessly.

Gino wrapped it around Spider's throat and pulled tight. Jackson saw, with dumb amazement, the muscles in Gino's arms bulge with the effort. He also saw how the cord sunk and burnt into Spider's flesh. Spider clawed at the cord feebly, in an attempt to remove that which obstructed his breathing. The veins on his neck, temples and forehead stood out obscenely, as if ready to burst. He fought for breath, tears pouring out of his eyes.

Spider was suddenly frightened of dying. He wondered, too, what that stench was, then realised that he'd pissed himself. The Delvicchio brothers laughing at him as darkness spun its web around him, consumed him and swallowed him whole.

Gino released the cord, letting it uncoil from Spider's neck. The Spider's body fell hard on to the cell floor. The foul stink of piss filled the closed room with its pungent odor.

Spider's eyes were open wide, staring up at the cell window framed by lace curtains.