Caged Inmates Novels & Stories

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

I am sure that I look homeless but unfortunately you my luck I was caught like most humans here. I was surrounded by thick metal bars that caged me into this small cell. I looked around to see at least 25 other cages with slightly thinner bar, each cell had a person inside it. Instead of being in the row of cases I was in cage that separated me from the other humans but i was still in the same area. The other human were free to move around there cage but still had to wear a collar, to show that they are nothing but pets or slaves to the supernatural that now rule earth. They had me in chains one that has both my arm above my head, another had my legs connected to the cement floor and of c

King Henry said and Theodore felt like banging his head somewhere Making his father understand things like this are impossible but still he tries. " No bird likes to stay in a cage throughout her or his life. Father, they wish to fly high in the sky and Violet is that caged bird who will fly away one day. Because the more you try to hold sand in your fist it slips away faster. The much you will cage her she will go away from you that fast. I am her brother. I want happiness for her , not this Imprisonment for her whole life. She deserves to live like a normal teenager just like me "Theodore said to put some sense in his father's head who has lost his mind he feels

The towering gates of the maximum-security prison loomed ahead, a foreboding sight that signaled the beginning of his incarcerated life. Upon arrival, the air crackled with authority as officers meticulously followed protocols to admit Ejay into the highly secure institution. Each step within the facility was shadowed by vigilant guards, their watchful eyes a constant reminder of the severity of his confinement. As he passed through multiple checkpoints, heavy doors sealed behind him, locking away any remnants of freedom he once possessed. Ejay was ushered into a cell within the confines of the maximum-security prison, the iron bars a stark testament to the formidable nature of his lifelong

They stripped me of the hoodie and left me in the lingerie, hands tied, thrown into a cage in a warehouse somewhere deep in cartel land. Days blurred,The cage was very small barely room to stand, no bed, just a bucket in the corner and a water bottle they refilled twice a day,there were Other women in cages around mesome crying, some silent, all with that same hollow look in their eyes. Trafficked, Sold and Broken.

“ Actually I heard there is a person who may help me out of my problem. I saw him entering this passage. So I tried to follow him.” “ I see.” My eyes flew up. When I noticed my surrounding. The room was filled with cages. Animal cages. But in that cages, humans were filled instead of animals. Many 18-25-year-old girls and boys were locked in the cage. Their hands and legs were locked with metal chains. They looked at us with their pity eyes. Asking us to release them. Jack looked at my expression and explained about it. " These humans are for sales. " " Ah??"

She didn't notice that she would die very soon, because I was adding some supplements to her food, she was unaware of. The chains rattled as the door to the prison was open. The stench that emanated from that place was enough to send pigs running. I placed him in the deeper part of the cell. It was for hardened criminals.There was no light or darkness. This was to make them fall into despair faster, and make sure that they become depressed. " This is horrible." Susan said, and she covered her nose, as she walked deeper into the cell. They spoke for long. Magnus was quite strong. Other wolves would have lost their senses, or be in the process of losing it.

he asked keeping pace with Officer Diane. “Some were already transferred to prisons, and some got free. Currently we only have three who were all placed upstairs because they are quite loud and troublesome, I need to keep them away from my office,” she answered. Max sighed in disbelief. It was yet another flaw of the system that he once thought was for the welfare and the betterment of the cities. Juvenile criminals are treated like animals in places like this, and what they feed on their minds are not so they can repent, but for them to stood firmly on their crimes.

Hudson asked him. “Are you afraid that someone will be hiding in the shadows?” Dominic questioned him back. “If Gage can do it, so can someone fucking else,” Hudson said with his hands on his hips. “Not in my own territory.” They walked towards the back where they’d closed up a small portion of the warehouse. It held metal cages, were soundproof, and perfect for questioning people. The two women in the cages looked like they’d been through hell. Sweat matted hair plastered against their skulls, black bags marred the skin beneath their eyes, shivers rippled through their bodies, and the place smelled like urine and old vomit. Dominic approved of the conditions.

They shouldn’t even be out here this early. I head down the corridor toward the shared cells. Each room holds three inmates, with a single bed assigned to each of them. The beds are usually stacked in a neat line, but the inmates tend to rearrange them however they like. It’s still comfortable enough. They each have a television mounted inside the room where they can watch censored programs during their free time. Still, boredom makes people talk. I move through the corridor slowly, scanning faces and open cell doors out of habit. Two years here, and five years working as a prison guard, have trained my eyes to notice everything: who’s tense, who’s restless, who’s pretending not to watch me