Picture this. It's 1955. President Eisenhower is in office. Elvis has just made his debut on TV. The U.S. military is starting to deploy advisors to Vietnam. Rosa Parks gets arrested for refusing to move to the back of the bus in Montgomery, Alabama. And you, you're stuck in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, locked up in Holmesburg prison, and your life at Holmesburg is hell on earth.

The prison, which will soon come to be known as the Terror Dome, was originally built to house approximately 600 inmates and is horrifically overcrowded with well over double that amount.

About 1,500 inmates called the Terror Dome home, and 75% of them

haven't even been convicted yet. They're just awaiting trials, and you're one of those men.

And somehow, you need to make enough money to pay your bail and await trial at home,

instead of in this godforsaken shithole. You also need money so you can buy all the basic necessities

you've been denied, like socks, underwear, a toothbrush, a toothpaste at the commissary.

Additionally, it would be fantastic.

If you had enough cash to keep the big guys at the prison, the ones who've been there the longest, the ones who are the strongest, and are now the least human in many ways, from brutally sexually assaulting you in the shower. Then one day, an old, muscular, skinny, white dude, and an even whiter coat, some kind of doctor, offers you five bucks to let him rub some lotion on your back for some kind of experiment he's conducting. Sounds simple enough. But within days, your skin is bubbling and blistering and flaking off in chunks.

The doctor? He doesn't flinch at his troubling development. In fact, he calls it progress.

He doesn't tell you what's in the lotion, but he does stay true to his word, and he give five bucks.

And then the next week he comes back with a new offer. He'll pay you 50 bucks to sit in a so-called temperature chamber for six hours.

Light work.

But after you get out, he'll need a portion of your sweat gland to be cut out of one of your armpits for some observation.

$50 for six hours of your time and a small piece of your flesh.

As gruesome as it sounds,

you figure it beats the hell out of working as a janitor in one of the cell blocks, which only

pays 25 cents a day. So you agree and you make comparatively a good bit of money. Pretty soon,

you're volunteering for more experiments, making more money, getting closer and closer to paying

off your bail until one day

you find yourself laying down on the exam table and that same doctor is towering over you,

injecting your dick with herpes. Not to treat it, literally just to watch what happens.

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