The King of Cell Block C poured scalding coffee over the new inmate’s head, expecting a scream. He didn’t know he had just woken up a sleeping dragon. “Stay with me until the end.” That was the last thing the prison bully whispered before he blacked out. The cafeteria at Blackwater State Penitentiary always smelled the same: burnt grease, stale bleach, and fear. It was the kind of place where you learned the hierarchy in the first five minutes or you didn’t survive the first week. In the center