Novel & Cerita Fancy Prisons

Housed at this prison facility for over a hundred and thirty years, Bohdan had become the most famous resident of this now privately owned business. Built near Topeka in eighteen eighty, the state owned prison was sold to New Systems Corrections Inc. in nineteen ninety three. It was then retrofitted to hold a tram line that could navigate through the building stopping at cells to let paid tourists view the inmates. Inmates that were now exclusively vampires. The venture was akin to a zoo, or a theme park that allowed visitors to view the attractions from a safe distance. Each cell had one side fitted with a Plexiglas that faced the tram and allowed the visitors a full view of the inmates hou

I ask the guard as we walk to A block. “Oh, yeah… the A and B blocks are for the riches or executives people who paid for every single night stays and the C and D is a federal state” He explains. “W-what? I thought this prison was a private prison” I respond. “Yes, it is… but the private one is only for A block and B” He explains. “Is that how the government works? Work for people who had money and power?” I raise my brow. “I mean, these people deserve to be treated as the same” I say.

I was trapped, trapped in a prison of my own making. And as I lay there, I knew that I had to make a choice. I could stay there, trapped in that prison, or I could break free, could rise up and take control of my own life. It was a choice that would change everything, a choice that would determine the course of my future. But for now, I just lay there, feeling the darkness closing in around me, feeling the weight of my father's cruelty bearing down on me. I was trapped, and I didn't know how to escape.

He had answered coldly with no iota of feelings,now his back and they are about to get married,by the time he's done destroying him, Ethan would regret they ever met. He walked towards his room, picking his phone as he dialed a number. “What have you got “ He asked. “She was in prison,that's what the record is saying,I'm telling you this records weren't like this originally someone powerful enough messed up with this” The person at the other end said. “A prison out of nowhere,what's the name of the prison? “Downey county correctional facility” The voice answered. “The fuck is that” “It's owned by a private institution,you won't believe it”

Just this thought alone brings me a headache. “Start transferring the prisoners that are facing the smallest of minor charges to their respectful prisons as well as those who are to be relocated to the outer Provinces.” Tucking the sheets of paper he gave me into a file folder, I place it into a drawer of my desk before taking out another one. This one labelled Lady Pricilla’s Prison for Troubled Women. A few days ago I had sent Alice dressed as a wealthy Lady looking to sponsor the prison with Alec and Adam, the latter happy to be on a recon mission while Ellisia had a few days off, to learn information of the prison. I also sent two of the Shadow Guards with her knowing this would be the o

the officer spits, his voice disdainful. I push myself up from the cot, my legs pulsating from the long hours of inactivity. My movement hesitant as I follow the officer through the maze of prison corridors. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, desperation, and despair. Every step I take is a reminder of my captivity, a descent into the murky depths of this living nightmare. We arrive at the prison dining hall, a cavernous chamber filled with a grating of voices, clinking trays, and the acrid odor of food. A long, grimy counter stretches across one side of the hall, where a group of prisoners, clad in identical drab uniforms, lined up to receive their meager rations. The inmates’ faces

The upper cell was designed intricately to cater for Flamias only. This place is used to keep criminals who had done severe crimes, like murdering a fantasian, especially a Flamia. They were kept here because no one can help them out aside from a Flamia and they wouldn't be able to go out on their own, too. Even non-flamis criminals were sent here to be imprisoned since this was the most secure prison dungeon in the whole Narte Fantasia. My task for the count is for him to cover this up. We won't cause chaos anymore, but he would send a report to the Royalties of how the Darkess tried to get in the upper cell to take the mundane back.

ELARA Hayes appears, and checks Richard's pulse. "He's alive. It is a shoulder shot. He'll survive." "Good." Damien kneels beside Richard, who's gasping, and clutching his bleeding shoulder. "You're going to prison. Real prison this time, not the country club facility you had before. Federal Supermax. Twenty-three hours a day in a concrete box. No windows. No visitors. No chance of parole." Richard coughs, blood on his lips. "You can't—"

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Probably can't break it. What kind of new prison is this going to be?