Novel & Cerita Caged Inmates

"I'm serious-" "Or else, I'll be in a cage?" I say dully, my eyes going to the back of the house where the shed is located. Beneath the shed is the real prison. Nobody is locked away for more than a year as punishment- the aim is to teach discipline to its occupiers. That's not the worrisome thing- the torture cages are, and both are located there.

The guard and I passed the C block and D before we reached my private cell, the C and D inmates sleep in the same large room with bunks around their cubes. The C block and D are same clean as the A and B, the differences are just they don’t have a private room and privacy, and of course the fridge and the room heater. They separate the inmates between races and I don’t know what the purpose of it, I think all people are same no matter what kind of race they are, but this prison separates the inmates. The white stays in the half of C block, the Hispanic stays in the other place of C block, the Blacks and Asians stay in the D block.

So, the guards should be glad I have no escape plan like the notorious criminals meant to be here. “Don’t talk to her like that,” Caden thunders a warning to the officer with great fortitude. There is nothing in this world that could make Caden cringe. “Get in,” the officer orders when he frees my shaky hands, ignoring my stepbrother’s attitude. The jail Caden and I are thrown into is exactly the kind you see in pictures. The cell is situated underground in the department. The sullied walls are thick and covered in creepy graffiti. Strictly barred openings with metallic bars are solely designed for oxygen and, mostly, for keeping an eye on the criminals, including me.

I watch his face return to a deep scowl, but this whole moment of jesting and teasing is all short-lived because the guards had ordered everyone out of their cages, automatically unlocking everyone's cell with a buzzer. They rule over us with the ammunition hanging actively low. One fuck up from any inmate, and they'll be shut. I guess today isn't a good day for violence in Block C, that's why we're all obeying their introductions by standing by the front of our cell, and waiting to hear our code names. We don't do that mechanically because…just because. Shuffling our tired feet, mumbling, we all stand by the doors of our cells. Most people leaned on their doors. And my preppy was one of the

It turned out that the inmates locked up there were all serious criminals—ruthless and unforgivable characters. Jade's chances of survival were slim being locked up with them.

Allen asked. An idea flashed through Jasper's mind. He looked at the six iron cages carefully. It was true. They were not locked and they were sealed off on all sides. "There are three people in each cage. If they were only put inside after they were dead, then they won't be able to struggle. If they were put inside when they were still alive, then that means that they're absolutely outclassed. There must be many murderers," Jasper said.

Author’s POV… Deep in the Lunar Fangs dungeon, the food servant went round the cells of the special inmates who weren’t allowed to leave the cells to have their meals. Because these prisoners were regarded as dangerous, they had their bathrooms right in the cells and were never allowed to come out. The servant had gone round serving food, and had reached the cell of a certain inmate who hadn’t been returning his plates. “Bring out your plate, or you won’t be served your next meal,” the servant warned.

Their main evidence was his hidden basement room with all the torture equipment he had, and the DNA of his victims. When he got into his cell, Theodore immediately looked for any way to escape. But, death row jail cells are confined, and windowless. It was meant to isolate the death row inmates, as a part of their punishment. They were only allowed to go out for a couple of hours a day.

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.

“Preston?” “Yes.” My voice was cold. “I want him found immediately.” “What should we do when we find him?” I leaned back against my desk, my anger barely contained. “Bring him to the dungeon.” “Alive?” My jaw tightened. “Obviously.” I ended the call. Preston had put his hands on my wife. Now he was going to learn exactly what that mistake was going to cost him. *** The dungeon was silent when I walked in. Preston was tied to the chair in the center of the room, his face hardening the moment he saw me. I stopped in front of him. My eyes dropped to his hands. The same hands that had left fingerprints on Melanie’s skin.