Black Pentagon Prison Novels & Stories

"Doc, please reconsider. Is it really worth it to give up your supreme status for just a regular woman? With your status, you could have any supermodel, actress, or even a princess of any nation that you wish for! They would stand in line just for a chance to share your bed!" Tiusto Penitentiary Facility was where the world's super-villains and industry mavericks were housed. It was a prison unlike any other. Presently, there was a well-suited elderly man begging pitifully at a young man who was on the other side of the bars.

Cancelling them would cause talk, concern, perhaps even panic among those already whispering about unusual happenings in the palace. “We need more information on what the Voice is planning,” I said, standing abruptly. Ares pushed against my control, urging action rather than more discussion. “Let’s go talk to Ethan.” We moved through the palace with purpose, descending the stairs that led to the secure wing where we kept prisoners who required special handling. Guards saluted as we passed, the weight of their respect and fear a familiar pressure against my senses. The cells in this section were different from the standard dungeons, more comfortable, more secure, and designed for longer-term

Everyone in the imperial palace refers to this as 'the underground prison', and sometimes just 'dungeon'. There are actually two chambers of it. One looks like an ordinary prison, and one looks like a natural cave with no way out. No natural light coming through, making the prisoner feel blind. The first chamber is where the ordinary offenders are kept while the second one is where the most wanted persons are imprisoned, bound by heavy metal chains. This underground prison is located right below the Department of Justice, in which the current Minister is no other than General Yin Xiulan. Who would have thought that the boss will end up trapped in this prison?

Furthermore, when Alistair was checking the computer, Andrius discovered the password for the hidden encrypted folder. He double-clicked it to open it and found the prison map as expected. He could see how it was arranged, where the crucial areas were, and the types of prisoners detained there clearly. The most conspicuous location, marked with five red stars, was where the former leader of the Hawkeye Group, the Black Hawk, was being held.

The orange coloured ones were there for life imprisonment, the white ones were on death row and the green ones, like Philip's, were the undecided cases. Philip had learnt from his friend, Julius, that the chief controller of the prison was a no-nonsense retired Air Force officer who had a phobia for dirt, hence, those serving under him worked tirelessly to ensure that everywhere was 'spikaspanu', and Julius had laughed at his joke. Of course the inmates were used extensively for the cheap labour.

He had a much better way to make Allison and Marla pay. Their arrest was never documented. It never went into the books. In fact, in the eyes of the nation, they were still wanted for kidnapping the boys. The story ran by the press was that the police caught up with them and they absconded, leaving the twins alone. They were declared public fugitives and enemies of the nation. Kennedy had both of them locked away in a black site that was completely off the radar. It was an underground holding cell that the country used to keep the most hardened criminals and terrorists.

The crimes they had committed were so serious that it wasn't a place to lock them up but for them to await their death. The prisoners, however, consisted of all men and not a single female. How did Raeleigh manage to get in and get in touch with someone from the inside? Unconsciously tightening the clenching of his fists, Jepherson stared at Raeleigh, who pursed her lips and didn't say a word. After some time had passed, Jepherson asked, "Who is it?" "A prisoner. His name is Austin Quirk." "Austin Quirk?" Jepherson did not know that man, but judging from the name, Jepherson knew that the man was not an ordinary person. Looking at Raeleigh's determined expression and attitude, Jepherson's hea

"I need to see the people who took my son from me." After a long moment, he nodded. "They're in separate cells. Ethan's been interrogating them, but neither has broken yet." "I don't expect them to confess," I said coldly. "I just need to see them." He studied my face for a long moment before nodding. "Follow me." The Blackwood Pack's holding cells were nothing like I expected. Rather than dank, underground chambers, they were secure rooms in a separate building - sparse but clean, with basic amenities.

Geneticists working for Dr. Sawyer were dispatched to maximum-security prisons nationwide. The Colonel’s connections at the Department of Justice got ADX Florence in Colorado added to their list. The Supermax prison held the most violent offenders who were expelled from other prisons. San Quentin, Cooks County, and Pelican Bay were also on the list. Now, over five hundred prisoners have offered to be part of the study.

And now? No records would carry her name. No future child would ever know she existed. She would disappear completely. Then came the final punishment. “And lastly,” the elder continued coldly, “you will spend the remainder of your life imprisoned in the Black Dungeon.” A few people in the room visibly stiffened. Even some of the alphas looked uncomfortable hearing that name. Nicholas told me the Black Dungeon wasn’t an ordinary prison. It was hell. No sunlight reached those underground cells. The walls stayed freezing cold year-round. Prisoners kept there slowly lost their minds from isolation alone.