Cerita Dewasa Di Penjara Wanita Novels & Stories

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.

But as I glance around the other women sharing the holding cell with me, I suspect I might be the only one. The cop who put me in here said I was lucky. He said if I'd been arrested last night, or the night before, it would have been a lot more crowded in here. There are still almost a dozen women. About half of them appear to be sleeping. At least a couple smell like booze. One girl - who looks several years younger than me and has a bunch of tattoos and a nose ring - just looks bored. She catches me staring at her. "What are you looking at, princess?" she snaps.

The tied man screamed, and my eyes widened by the sound, my throat drying. Cages leaned against the dark walls, almost camouflaging themselves in their gray grids. Most of them were occupied by sub-women, where their bodies were groped and caressed by strangers. I wasn't able to say who their owners were, but the embarrassment got tangled in my chest, and it was hard to look away once again. This was worse than the distortion of a Wonderland Country. It was a real horror show.

David closed his eyes for nothing when he remembered how stupid he was to get into a fight with Stefan, his sibling just to defend someone who turned out to be his own worst enemy. In the women's prison, Rosa did not get better treatment than David. Prison cells belonging to female prisoners were not as dirty as those owned by male prisoners. One holding cell was occupied by four people and each had two bunk beds and Rosa had to occupy the lower part because that was the only place left for her. Rosa was lucky that she didn't have to argue long to get her bed but judging by the appearance of the other three prisoners, Rosa didn't understand how they could survive in such a boring prison cell

“Just because of your interceding, I had spent a good time in prison, Your Highness. I even got this gift for serving you well.” The contents of that bag made me roll my eyes as it was full of romance novels. Jane was a typical girl who was dreaming about her soulmate. So, I didn’t pop her bubble of happiness that my life was a living example of destruction, even after finding an extraordinary mate. Nothing good could happen even after having a mate! Jane shared her experiences in prison and spoke nonstop for the whole night. It was a nice change to hear something else instead of the compromises of mated life. She was a great buddy.

They must have been planning this even before she was arrested. But could he get her to talk? That was the issue. He had to somehow convince her. But it was worth a shot. And so he drove off again, this time not intending to buy a ticket for Kano. He had to go to Adamawa now. * Numan Old Prison was the only other female correctional facility in Nigeria apart from the famous Kirikiri prison in Lagos. Newly built, it held less than 50 inmates even with a capacity of over 500. And amongst those 50 inmates, there was one woman everyone knew not to cross paths with.

I was a little discouraged, but I was still a little undeterred, "What about number three?" Big Man, who had been eavesdropping, raised his head at this point. Madman laughed twice and then suddenly slammed the book into the back of Big Man's head, "Article 3 applies to women who get pregnant in Sin Pack, then report that they were raped and ask for an investigation, then apply to the court to appeal the original case, then apply for medical parole for self-harm, then prove that they are suffering from depression and ask for bail, all these things at the same time Sin Pack guards will be busy going crazy. But you're both guys, so you can't be pregnant, right?"

This ordeal would be over soon. Sighing wearily, I turned around, only then noticing the other women in the cell. Each of them was sitting on a bunk, and there was no space left for me. I stood there awkwardly. Flashes of stories I’d heard about people being mistreated in police cells ran through my mind. Not that I was afraid, though. They were women like me, after all. Maybe if I told them I was pregnant, they'd take pity on me and not try anything.

The further they advanced, the more the smell became suffocating, putrid, and cold; the scent was organic in a way that was familiar and strange at the same time. They finally reached the cell, which already held approximately 26 women and would become 42 thanks to Lara and her group. They were pushed into it in a chaotic manner, and the door was locked. The cell was cramped, with only a single light, and its floor was old straw. Some of the prisoners were sleeping, others were singing, others were talking to one another, and others were talking to themselves. There was one among them named Isabella, a coarse-looking woman in her thirties, who shouted: "Welcome, beauties! Come on, join us!"

"I'm too pretty and too white for jail. I'll be out in no time." "Sorry, but you're wrong. You're going to be in federal prison. You and your husband have trafficked women across state lines. With everything we have on you, you'll be lucky to leave before you need a body bag." I turn away as she continues to yell at everyone.