Baki Prisoner Novels & Stories

I recognized this building at first glance… It's where Barrak orders all suspects and prisoners to torture them. And I have just become one of them now. “You know, when I first met you, I thought I finally found someone who understands me,” he growled lowly. “But then, it seems it’s the other way around,” “Barrak, please… we can settle this. Just let me go and we’ll talk,” Barrak chuckled, the sound reverberating through the thin walls in this shitty place.

Lethabo told them but that just confused them, if he was not in jail then, where was he? “Now am confused, first you said you were in jail then now you were not, which one is it?” asked elder Lance genuinely confused. “I never said I was in jail but I was locked up, in Bakoena.” He told them and their eyes popped. “What!” exclaimed elder Simon. “Lerumo is crazy! Locking his own brother up is just crazy!” elder Lance was shocked by Lerumo’s actions.

The cell smelled of sweat and rust. A man was sent to prison. The cell had bunk beds, and strangely, the guy on the top bunk seemed to be mute—he never spoke a word. Not a greeting, not a complaint, not even a grunt when the lights went out. He just lay there, a shape in the darkness, breathing slowly. The man on the bottom bunk—let's call him Marcus—tried twice to start a conversation. The first time, he asked, "What are you in for?" Silence. The second time, he offered a piece of his bread. The top bunk didn't move. After that, Marcus stopped trying.

—"Knowing he killed so many kids, his days are numbered in there." —"No, sir. I already found out. The man who caught him was the father and husband of two of his victims. He sold everything to pay off the inmates to make him suffer... but keep him alive." —"I see. Is that prison under our control?" —"Yes, sir. Completely under our control." —"Perfect. We’ll go in two days. I’ll be fine by then. What’s the name of the man who captured him?" —"Baltazar, sir. He was a psychologist, like the psychopath. He worked with young people and used hypnosis to make them commit suicide."

He asked grunting while still struggling with Peirce. Or is he like master… He thought. “No old friend, he is actually an inhumane.” Aghogho answered. “An inhumane?!” the prisoners murmured. The Bounty collector looked at the prisoners. “Quiet!” he yelled, then he looked at Sheik. “I don’t care what you do but dragged him out from there. My customers are waiting!!” “Y-yes Master!!” Sheik stammered, he extended his other hand to Peirce as chains crawled out from his hand and tore down at him squeezing and sweltering Peirce’s skin than before.

She shook her head. In year 2008 after his father's death, at the young age of eighteen Basil served two terms in prison of two to three years, for drug and weapon trafficking offenses. As he released at the prison, he continued his business but terminated his business in trading weapons. He moved back at Athens, Greece and spent his life for years of staying in his country. His business in Narcotics became the largest Drugs transporting worldwide. In year 2017 he moved back in the Philippines and continues growing he's business. In spite of the warrant issued against him, he still freely outside but the Feds continued to pursue and build case against him.

Bailey started to run back in, but I stopped her. "No, Bailey! He knows you and will kill you!" I pulled the cell phone out of my pocket and quickly dialed Xander's number, knowing that Elias was at the hospital. "Stay here," Bailey said, rushing into the Clinic. "Xander, the prisoner escaped and was here in the Clinic!" I yelled into the phone. "Come quick!" "Already on my way!" In the background, Xander's footfalls had picked up into a run. "Whatever you do, don't go back into the Clinic!"

We reached a long passage filled with identical doors. “Keep going straight till the last door,” Officer Joe instructed, stepping aside. I nodded, slowly walking past each door. The hallway was silent, except for the soft hum of the lights above. I reached the final door, took a deep breath, and turned the knob. There he was—Trey Baker. Dressed in the usual orange prison jumpsuit. His hands were cuffed in front of him. He looked tired, but still cocky. Prison didn’t suit him. He looked like a lion in a cage. Wild, dangerous, but pretending to behave.

Won many credentials courses, everyone valued him I typed on the screen and sent a message, I slid the phone back and lay still. My bail was guaranteed. ****************11:55 PM — PRISON CELL “Inmate 423. Wake up.” the officer said gently nudging the baton next to my ribs, I opened my eyes slowly. “You’ve been granted bail.” I gasped, perfectly acted. “Really? Did they find the real thief?” I asked, but she just stared at her watch! “Move,” the officer said, I moved and her iwnas being checked, stripped naked luckily it was an al female prison so i was in the same side.

He made his way back down through ops before taking another set of stairs down to the basement where they kept prisoners and held interrogations. Rose smiled at him when he came down, "who are you here for, boss?" "Whoever Ray and Air brought in last night," Dean looked past his prison manager to the guards stationed outside the occupied rooms, watching as they all stood a little straighter in his presence. "I figured as much," she gave him a sly smile, "just figured I'd asked," "Always one for formality," Dean smirked, "where is he, then?" "B6," she pointed to the guard in front of the door who gave him a sharp nod.