Caged Inmates Novels & Stories

I look at the fruit, at the missing knife, at the patient woman with her tablet, and I understand that this is how cages evolve. The warm room offers me tea I do not drink and a chair I do not trust. Comfort, down here, has too many hinges. First bars. Then locks. Then rooms where the prisoner is thanked for cooperating with the door. Progress, they would call it.

But that changed when girls started to be taken by force to be sold as slaves. There are 2 sides of the city. The Southside is called "The Signature" where all the rich and powerful live. I heard, everything can be found there and any disease can be cured in a blink of an eye. There was even a rumor saying that they have found a medicine to make people able to live longer than 100 years. I've always wanted to take my mom to The Signature. She has a major breathing problem that the doctors here can't really cure. That's because we live on the Northside of the city. People call this side "Tonko". I call it "Hell hole".

Locking innocent people in cages, how barbaric. "Go on in." The guard motions to the doorway. The man abruptly yanks me into the brick building. The inside is dark with a horrid smell, possibly rotting flesh, reeking throughout the room. There are rows of cells with black bars vertically caging in whatever they hide.

“They’re caged.” “Why?” “Because they served Udora. Without her shadowy magic, they’ll return to men again. In time…” I didn’t dare ask how long that’d be. Sensing I wouldn’t like the answer. The thought that we would be residing above those imprisoned men was a bit disquieting. But the idea of them caged after all the crimes they’d committed seemed sick justice. It was hard for me to realize that it had been Udora allowing them, granting them the pleasures they’d found in the bodies of the sicky women.

Within ten minutes, we were outside the prison. “Leave if you have to,” I told him before Cilla and I went to jump over the fence, followed by one warrior, the one who had a friend in the prison. We managed to avoid the electric wire. We went straight for the side with a lower wall and jumped into the yard and headed for the residential side. We had been informed that Jane was in a solitary room which had a cage. The human girl who spoke to George said very high risk prisoners were put in cages. I figured whoever had put Jane there knew that she was no normal human. The cage was in a locked room but I broke the lock within seconds. Sound starting blaring out.

He was currently penniless and had previously escaped an attempt at hardship. The past winter, once again being hungry and frigid, he had allowed a patrolman to capture him. Alas, this time the ploy failed: when he was brought before the umpire, he was considered too old to go to an orphanage, and he was thrown into a penitentiary instead. Prison had proved to be a disastrous price to pay for some bread and a roof over his head. The situations were even more desperate than in the orphanages. He was in a tiny, moist cell with dozens of other felons, with a few dusty chunks of straw for a pallet. His fellow inhabitants were a blend of hoboes like himself, trivial fugitives, debtors, madmen, dr

It's really sad to see all these prisoners like dogs tied up in cages, Fed half as much food as they should and chained up extra. "The dogs are very noisy. Pity the children hear this barking, " said Brittany stroking her distended stomach does not know the age of the womb seen a lot of people. Zayn returned his gaze to his sister and admitted that he couldn't help but want the Brown family man to fill his aura throughout the prison building to put them in order.

Soon the prisoner bus entered Switzerland's largest international detention center, which was located far from the city. "Get off!" shouted one of the policemen. Tristan got off the bus, and he saw that on his left and right sides there was an iron fence with wire inside the fence. Many inmates were looking at him. Tristan could only sigh and walk, following the warden, who welcomed his arrival. Tristan was directed to the cell he would be placed in after changing into prisoner clothing with the number printed on his clothes. Because Tristan is known to be dangerous and a psychopath who has killed many girls.

I have never been afraid of death but I am afraid of this door opening to reveal that woman whose face was like a sculpture in an art museum; devoid of emotions. I have lost track of time. This is the fourth day I have not been slapped into oblivion or been sedated. There are iron bars she constructed on the door. I was half awake the day she did it. It was after that she gave me more injections. This place feels like a higher level of the place I was held before. I seem to have been promoted to a different level of suffering. My food here has been two donuts in a transparent bag. She throws it through the bars to land on the couch or the bed. So I crawl to reach it if it is far off. The pai