Fancy Prisons Novels & Stories

“It takes a strong person to love with all their heart, seeking nothing in return and a stronger person still to forgive. I forgive you. I did a long time ago.” Shea could say nothing else as Martha walked away. *** Penthart Supermax. Home to some of the most hardened criminals in the country. A vast expanse of open space surrounded the prison’s exterior. To get inside the central area, you needed to go over two distinct rings of fences. Electrified, they encircled the prison compound. At thirty feet tall, serrated barbed wires topped them right around. In between the circles, and inside the compound, were guard towers.

'' one of his fellow prisoners asked in the dark. The prison was actually a former dungeon of lions, a sign that the ruling family weren't as saintly as they claimed to be. Although Biyako wasn't thinking that they were entitled to some mercy because of their sins, they at least deserved some humanity. The dungeon stank of feces and rats were running to and fro across the cold stone ground. The space was so small but there were at least a dozen of them. He was shoved in here with murderers, arsonists, pyschopaths, and other criminals who were far worse than him.

I could not wait to do it because this piece of shit deserved every ounce of pain that we would be offering him during his long prison stay. “We should get on with fixing this tracer issue so that you can get comfortable in your new home away from home. Your next stop is Carceris Doloris,” Imeela said with a pleased grin. We all chuckled as his face paled of all color. Nobody wanted to step foot in Carceris Doloris because they knew that was where they were at the guards’ mercy. Only the worst of the worst went there.

I shrugged and walked on, determined to see this idea of hers that she had to get Antonella back. We walked for a long time, looking through the iron bars at the angry faces of the thousands of prisoners that we had locked up there for the littlest of reasons. Most of them had been there for the better part of their life and whenever there was no available cell for a new prisoner, I had the guards pair him with an old prisoner. Finally, Freya came to a stop at a cell and she turned to face the guard that was standing nearby. "I want this cell opened," she ordered.

Windows on the exterior are small and secured with sterile colourless bars, bearing metal grilles, acting as deterrent for escapees. "I need to get inside it!! I love it!!" Ryan jumps with joy, "Absolutely love it! There's no other way this showroom could have been any better!!" He willingly arrests himself in the cell, "This is really the best, Sir! Kudos." Floor covered in plush red carpeting, feels thick and indulgent underfoot, the softness of carpeting opposes the harshness of the bars, creating a striking juxtaposition. Walls of this prison are wrapped with luxurious velvet wallpaper, soft to the touch and exquisitely textured. The deep red velvet serves as a visual feast for eyes, cre

"Alright. As if I still have a choice." With Arnold's escort, Dexter and Narsha headed to the central prison belonging to Arnold's pack. As Dexter had warned earlier, the place was completely different from the internal prisons Narsha had seen before. Upon arrival, the sight of the large, gloomy building, with its dull walls and barbed wire circling above, made her gasp slightly. The prison stood in the middle of a basin surrounded by a dam, like a haunted house trapped in a dark valley. Adding to the horror was that Arnold had the power to open the dam gates if the situation demanded it, flooding the prison.

Xachariah says, pointing in the direction I needed to go. “I’ll lead you to our bunker afterwards, so you’ll know where it is for future reference. Instead of taking a left like we did to get here, you take a right. Good luck, man. I’ll be right here if you need anything.” Glancing around, I see several jail cells akin to that of the human jail cells. Where there are cots and toilets, and that’s about it. The only difference is that they welded the cells into gigantic boulders, which reach over thirty feet high. Ensuring prisoners can’t shift into their wolves and make a break for it. The further I go into the jail cells, a change in decor and amenities comes into sight. The cells have telev

They too agreed to stay and wanted to follow them for shopping, after Jessica changed her gritty dress, of course. ******************************************************* Rows of pigeonholes, guarded with a heavy metal fence on both sides. Rich, poor, good, evil, educated or not– all standard erased off by a simple orange dress, embedded with a mild putrefied smell all the time. A group of guards rushed into the empty space and unlocked each door, releasing the prisoners for lunch. A simple, blunt meal is the only menu. “Well, well, well!!! Looks like the millionaires have different tastes in vacation spots these days” a gravelly voice resonates from Suman’s side and he turned.

Eve The Mansion is eighteen thousand square feet of limestone, marble, and silk. It has fourteen bedrooms, a library that rivals the one in Beauty and the Beast, and a garden that looks like it belongs in a French chateau. It is currently the most expensive prison in North America. I pace the length of the library, my heels clicking a sharp, agitated rhythm on the hardwood floor. I’ve walked this path twenty times in the last hour. By the door, two of the four guards assigned to be my shadow shift their weight. They look miserable. They know I’m miserable. We are all trapped in a feedback loop of mutual misery.

Centuries if the stolen power I'd absorbed extended my life as I'd hoped. "Comfortable?" the guard asked sarcastically. "Quite. Thank you for asking." "You're awfully calm for someone facing life imprisonment." "I'm playing the long game. You're just a move I'll counter eventually." "We'll see about that." Yes. We would. The facility was impressive. Deep underground. Multiple layers of wards. Cells designed specifically for different types of supernatural criminals. Guards rotated constantly to prevent corruption. They'd learned from past mistakes. Built something that should have been inescapable.