A Prisoner And Yet Novels & Stories

“When people find out you’re the banished princess, we need to make sure they don’t have any ammunition to claim you got special treatment over anyone else awaiting a retrial.” So we were back to the prisoner thing. I thought that had worn off. “Shouldn’t I be in a cell, then? Since it’s a retrial for murder?” “Probably,” she agreed, “but you’re technically living off pack lands, and you’re under supervision whenever you’re here.” I grumbled to myself, but decided not to complain about it too much with her. It wasn’t like she could do anything about it, anyway. Nor did I want to be in a cell.

It was a sleep full of nightmares, which made her wake up scared all the time. Later, she got hungry and thirsty, and she couldn't believe when someone opened the door and gave her a tray with some food and water. She didn't imagine that Jack was the type of people that would treat his prisoners well. It didn't match his reputation at all. She had always heard that he was a very bad man, so it was actually weird to see that he allowed something like that to happen. Maybe he wanted her alive to answer his questions. "You wish!" Violet murmured to herself.

Earlier in the pond is evidence of that. There are no windows, so I can't tell if it's morning or night. I don't know how long we’ve been here, but we’ve been given food twice, so I’ll guess two days. I’ve been waiting for what Walden threatened to come. I’m hoping whatever it is, Theo and I can overcome it together. I hear the cell doors opening. The cell is made of silver, preventing us from breaking it down. “It's time,” the man who brings our food says, walking toward me.

Somewhere in Iraq: The prisoner drew a transverse line on the wall, this line crossed another six marking another week of his confinement. Six months, according to his calculations, he had been locked up in this horrible place, surviving by force of will and thanks to the memory of happier days. Will he ever be free? Will he ever see the sunlight again and if he wins his freedom will he be welcomed back by the woman he loves? Now that things have changed so drastically, the prisoner finally begins fearing tomorrow. "Help I lost myself again but I remember you... "

I was being kept like a common prisoner. "Am I a guest or a prisoner?" I retorted, unable to keep quiet. "You don't question me... unless you are tired of living." He retorted back. "Besides, I've paid for your life. So you can only breathe when I want you to." A prisoner then. The thought sank deep into my chest, dragging everything down with it. Of course. Of course that was what this was. Why else would someone like him bring me here Why else would he nearly kill me one moment and drag me back the next?

People, adults and children, gathered in the village to see the prime minister for the last time in their life. They watched the grey-haired man sitting inside the iron jail, his face pale and his legs shaking. He was caged like an animal —­ though he was far worse than an innocent tiger. The villagers shouted insults and threats and threw stones at him. The prisoner had no more leather or fancy fabrics on his body. Now, he was only but lower than a beggar with his stained shirt and trousers. He was shoeless, and his feet were bleeding.

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

The second cell, the third, and all the way up to the sixth cell he was not happy. Prince Aldridge felt frustrated but held his frustration and composed himself. They reached the seventh cell where a prisoner was sitting on the floor in the middle of the cell with his legs crossed. His arms were bound behind his back and had an iron collar around his neck with five chains chained to it which were attached to the wall.

He had a wife and son to return to, but at the same time it vexed him to no end that grown men could be forced to dig through mines in a civilized world. If someone had told him months ago that these sorts of things still happened, he would have called them a liar. But maybe he was a hypocrite. Was this how Prim felt the whole time he held her against her will away from all her family and friends? “You know what?” The man yelled. “I’d rather die a freeman than live as a prisoner.” “And I’ll grant that wish, my friend.” The guard said in his thick accent, and before anyone could react, he fired.

They need to be here, and I’m striving for that. I’ll never strive for anything more than my babies happiness. I reach out to feel through the pack-link again. Everyone’s okay, there’s some confusion but Theo is coming back this way, bringing the prisoner with him. I hate to think of a being, being referred to as a prisoner but that’s what he’s called him. ‘I have the rogue prisoner, I’m on my way home,’ he tells me. ‘Is he a prisoner or passer by?’ I ask, but he doesn’t answer. Shutting off our line of communication as quickly as I opened it.