Caged Inmates Novels & Stories

Had she wandered into the inmates’ cell block by mistake? Her heart leaped into her throat as her gaze fell on a large cell. The bars, brick walls, and floor all appeared to be made of silver. Inside, five inmates—reduced to skin and bones—were locked up. Men and women, stripped bare, with hair of varying colors. Two were curled up on the floor, while three sat against the wall, their legs pulled to their chests. Heavy iron shackles bound their wrists and ankles, as did the collars wrapped around their necks, the chains tethered to the walls. They had dry and rough skin, almost scaly, with cracked lips as if someone had drained all the moisture from them.

The door was locked. Through a small window in the door, I caught a glimpse of a large room filled with shipping crates and makeshift holding cells. There were several small cages inside the room like they were keeping animals but instead they were keeping women inside. Their faces were pale in fear. Many of them looked below sixteen. My jaw clenched as I took in the scene.

They’re not going anywhere any time soon. The cells are comfortable, downright humane compared to other dungeons I’ve seen, but they are still prison cells. There’s nothing inside but a toilet, a basin to wash in, a somewhat comfortable cot, a cabinet for personal belongings, and a chair. I allow my current inmates books and magazines, but that’s as much entertainment as they’re going to get. Isaac is given more freedom, and I leave his door unlocked, but Maggie will not see the outside world until she realises that Easton isn’t the god she made him out to be in her head.

Then, I noticed my environment. This wasn't the hospital as I'd expected. It was a room. Probably one of the rooms in the hotel we used for the shooting, and at the moment, the bed was set up like a hospital. There was a monitoring machine beside the bed and also a drip connected to my hand. The crew must have been worried about a scandal, which was why they didn't take me to the hospital. But this was good, too. This way, Xavier wouldn't know about what happened today, and he wouldn't be worried either.

she called. I stood, before I could respond or even brace myself for her impact, she collided into me and wrapped her arms around me like she feared she was going to lose me. I staggered a couple of steps backwards steadying myself before my hands shot up and wrapped around her holding her tight like I thought she might also leave me. For a moment, it felt like we were safe, like the walls couldn’t touch us. But the smell of damp stone and metal reminded me where we were — in the chains of a deranged Rogue Alpha with no means of escaping.... Caged Forever.

] When I called the hospital to retrieve the ashes, they informed me that Irene had taken my mother’s urn. She had buried it in the original plot that my father had bought. “Mr. Smith, Ms. Anderson was very upset when she retrieved the urn. She said she was wrong.” I laughed sadly and did not say another word. When I reached the cemetery, I saw that Zac was kneeling before the grave pathetically. The bodyguards next to him kept slapping him from time to time to keep him awake. “I haven’t slept in two days. Please… let me go…” The bodyguards answered coldly, “Ms. Anderson ordered us to keep you praying here for three days.”

The bird was naïve, thought she could fight against the world which was trapping her. She did not obtain visible scars from that faithful day, only the bars. The bars were her scars to remind her she was nothing, but a caged bird bonded to her master.

I gripped the steering wheel so hard I heard it crack. I walked down the basement steps into the well lit area that acted as our holding cell. Twenty clear plexiglass cubes lined each side of the basement with a walking path in between. The cubes were just big enough to fit one prisoner in human form. With no space readily available they couldn't shift while being contained, eliminating their chances of breaking free.

Any other way, it will affect her life seriously and put her in a perilous position with him. Indeed. You heard it right. He is Caged. He is a prisoner, a bloody prisoner who didn't have cuffs in his hands yet his hands are tied together, more tighter than any chains. He was not able to hold her, at this moment. He needs to stand by a couple of more days or a few hours to do what his heart wants.

the King said, and Cyprian nodded. "I apologise for the cage, Mansoor. It wasn't due to hate but my way of trying to tame the beast and your rage. That cage isn't meant for prisoners; it is used to punish officers. The one for prisoners is underground in the palace. Know it was done from respect," Gamma Grant said, and I didn't know that part. Thinking of it, I had only seen officers locked in the cell. I now had a better understanding of the place. "Then, in that case, it was an honour to spend three hours and reflect on my errors," I said so there wouldn't be bad blood between us.