Caged Inmates Novels & Stories

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.

Carwyn actually didn't make it clear, because he was afraid he would scare Grainne. After he caught Mrs. Joyce and Isek at the airport, he handed them over to the police, and used his relationship to ask the police to put them in a prison for death row inmates. The prisoners there are all very evil people, moreover they know that they will never be released from prison, anyway, they are going to die anyway, they will live that day or that day, so even if they are in prison, they will die. they are still very aggressive. Joyce and Isek, for those in the top and bottom pedals, being thrown in that place would be too scared to stand, because the people there love to bully the newcomers. Unless

In the blink of an eye, the once dreaming man laid dead in the pool of his own blood. The culprit simply walked towards the dead body and removed all the accessories and gadgets from him including all the arms he carried about. As soon as he was done.. he jumped out of the window and into the truck that was waiting for him... All that was left... Was the dead Mr Charles and an empty classroom. The girls had been... Kidnapped! The last straw... And this is where, The real story... Begins. CAGED : Survival. By Queenebunoluwa15

It made Nancy feels a bit awful because she desires to protect her client,adding, "When unexpectedly corrupted disguised authorities arrived to harass and torture those refugees in a world where there is a haven for shelter, he was assisting them in surviving. This had a detrimental impact on their mental and emotional state, which then erupted into violent fury and insurrection. As they turned over their weapons and ammo to the authorities, they expressed their willingness to participate in rehabilitation programs. But when they were in jail and going through the reformation process, they were not treated with respect as fellow human beings. By providing them with ruined, rotten food, filth

Each cell boasted modern furnishings, clean linens, and personal bathrooms, attempting to maintain a semblance of normalcy within the confines of incarceration. The prisoners, although confined, were not treated as slaves. The prison management recognized the importance of upholding human rights, even for those who had committed serious crimes. The prisoners were granted access to recreational areas, communal spaces, and facilities such as libraries and gyms. While they may have been confined, their basic needs were met.

Caged But Not Conquered The pack's holding cell was a masterpiece of supernatural security—silver-lined walls that burned against Cassie's skin if she tried to shift, reinforced steel bars that could withstand even an Alpha's strength, and a constant low-frequency hum that disrupted concentration and made escape planning nearly impossible. It was designed to hold dangerous supernaturals until they could be transferred to more permanent facilities or face judgment for their crimes. But Cassie had been sitting in this cell for seventy-two hours now, and instead of the despair or resignation her captors expected, her mind had crystallized around a single, burning focus: Lisa still lived, and th

Pretty scary if you think about it. Inside we go down a flight of spiral stairs and on arrived at a room that is filled with cages and it is massive. There are a few rogues in here from when we were brought here. I heard that some of them rejected to join the pack and thus is serving out their sentence here due to some of them having criminal records. The pack was willing to overlook their records if they joined them. This place may look old but they have modern lighting in them. Interesting how this place gives you the creeps and vibe that you might die in here if you are carefull.

They wore heavy iron collars attached to short chains that bolted them to the floor of their cages. As Zuri walked down the center aisle, her dark leather boots clicking sharply against the damp stone, the men shrank back into the shadows of their cells. Some wept silently. Others simply stared with hollow, broken eyes. This was the darkest, most closely guarded secret of the Matriarch’s Utopia.