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.

I had only tried to protect myself, to survive in this cruel game of manipulation and deceit, but it seemed that no matter how hard I fought, I was destined to lose. As we reached the door of the room where they planned to lock me up, I could hear the faint sound of Cage’s voice drifting down the hallway. He was giving orders, no doubt directing the guards about how he wanted me treated. The very thought of him made my stomach turn. How could he be so heartless? After everything we had shared, after everything that had happened, how could he lock me away like this? It was clear that this was more than just punishment for poisoning him; this was about control, about breaking me.

Seventeen seconds. I moved to the next cage. This one held a man I recognized. He was a security guard from the party. He looked more alert than the others. His eyes were focused and angry. Together, we moved faster. We opened the cage doors one by one. The hostages stumbled out. They held onto each other. Their faces were white with fear. The cages were small and cruel. Just big enough for a person to sit or lie down. The metal bars were cold and painted gray. There were no blankets or pillows inside. Shaw had treated these people worse than animals.

I ran into the hospital without waiting for Nick, who had volunteered to follow me in, and with the help of a nurse, I was able to find my way toward the room Julian was admitted to. My fingers twitched as they pushed the door open, and my expression froze the moment I stepped in. The room was crowded. From the director to the crew. Everyone was in the room. My eyes drifted to Julian, who lay motionless in bed, and my eyes darkened. "Leave," I said coldly. Even if Julian woke up this way, he would be stimulated back to consciousness if he saw the crowds in his room. The fear of the pregnancy being exposed might even put him in danger...

He muttered and I rolled my eyes back to them. “So Noone is Going to fess up, right?” I asked again but they all seemed Reluctant. “Fine, Two weeks in Death's Cage for all of you!” I said and their eyes widened as they began crying Wildly. “What is death's cage?” Elaine asked. “It's a cage filled with different animals who has been hypnotized not to attack themselves but only humans who were thrown in, it's our torture zone!” Alistair answered her before facing me while I stared intensely at them all.

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.

91 Third person. The inmates had been released, but only the ones who were considered less guilty. The hardened criminals and Azrael’s mortal enemies remained behind the asylum walls, heavily guarded and untouched by the reform. But the elders weren't pleased with this reform. Rathore stood in the center of his living room, his hands clasped behind his back as the elders were seated on the leather chairs. The room was dimly lit, with the firelight from the large hearth reflecting off the polished wood and casting restless shadows across their faces.

] 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.”