Caged Inmates Novels & Stories

He muttered and my body froze. "What about my job?" My voice trembled as I asked. "Fired," He replied and my eyes widened. "For your information, You are being watched even when I'm not around. If one day, I heard that you went out or invited anyone over, consider yourself dead that day... Maybe your mother would be the one taking the punishment for you," He threatened. My heart sank and the blanket fell. I felt energy drained from my body and my eyes brought out water. "Are you imprisoning me?" I couldn't help but ask.

She clenched her bag tightly and followed Ethan inside the room. “Is there so-something wrong?” She asked, not closing the door out of fear. He turned around, his gaze burning, before ordering her, “Lock the door.” to be continued

Each cage was polished, decorated as if to mask the brutality of what they held inside. Every cage was filled with an omega, some young, some barely awake, their eyes red and swollen from crying. Their faces etched with terror and defeat. Some girls were still crying, muffled sobs echoing off the cold stone walls of the massive space. Others sat curled up, their bodies trembling. Claire’s heart dropped as she took in the sight. She could feel the hopelessness pressing in from all sides

She wore rags that barely qualified as clothing, and even from this distance, Aaron could see the bruises, the cuts, the casual cruelty in how the rogue soldiers shoved them, kicked them, laughed at their pain. Teased and tortured simultaneously, entertainment for monsters. But it was the cage that made Aaron's heart stop. Two more females, imprisoned in a crude metal structure barely large enough for one. Their clothes were tattered, hanging in strips that revealed too much skin marked by too many hands. From the looks of it, they weren't "let out" often—and Aaron's mind supplied exactly what that meant with sickening clarity. Kept like caged animals, only let out for the rogue's entertainm

I liked so much romance on the day we had sex but I liked the man himself, I can't believe I was falling for a man other than my husband. I happen to be in love with him but my husband still occupies a space in my heart forever. An officer walked down the length of the barred catwalk. "Anyone want to go to the exercise room?" He asked. I and the two inmates Emily and Kelly stood up and we filed through a corridor dotted with cameras. Just before the exercise room were two isolation cells. You could wind up in isolation in two ways. By force, because you were acting out. Or by request, because you were scared of the other inmates. The prisoners started to holler, pounding on the door, one eve

After a pause Ivan continued. “Now, obviously not all men were there for reasons like mine. Most were criminals, psychopaths, and delinquents. Some were in debt, or sold by family members to clear a debt. Either way, once you were in, there was no way out. To keep the fighters happy, Kingsley Axelon introduced women as prizes. So as well as taking men, at least six women a month were kidnapped and taken to the Cage too.” “Hang on, why six every month?” Anders asked. For such a wise looking icy face, he was surprisingly naïve.

V PRISON, a system most men fear and spend half their life and wealth running from. For some it can be a place that signals the end in a man’s journey, while for the twisted ones like me… Yes! Have never feigned being normal or even liking things that were anything less than average. Which means prison isn’t a cage that can be used to bind a monster of my kind.. Cages only work when the animal doesn’t understand the structure. And I do!

And they were close by. We stepped into a large hall, and I stopped right in my tracks. My eyes took a quick sweep of the entire room, and my lips formed a disgusted scowl. Scrawny, unconscious betas of all ages and genders were jam-packed in wooden cages. The ones that were to be turned to The Cursed. They were lean and frail, almost like they hadn’t eaten for days, which I was sure they hadn’t. ‘Damn you, Killian. You don’t treat those under your care like this.’ I gritted my teeth.

A minute later, one of the guards comes out. "It's all clear." The guard says, holding the door open for us. When we walk in, I feel ill. The walls are lined with cages. Some of them are empty, while others have pups, women, and men of all ages in them. They all look like they're in bad condition.