Fancy Prisons Novels & Stories

"Thank you. I will take your advice, but there is nothing much I can do since I am in the dungeons." Maria, the midwife, gave a wistful smile. "Okay, there is something I can do for you." I became suddenly interested. "There are two prisons. where prisoners are to stand trial. Then the dungeons are for people sentenced to death. The dungeons are spell-bound, which creates torture for every prisoner. You were sent to the prison, but Jessica wanted you to rot in the dungeons. I can help you stay in the servant quarters because she thinks you might be dead by now. She wanted you gone without getting her hands soiled with your blood."

"My gift." ........... From the Brethren city’s prison cell, Narco is transferred to a famous and isolated prison home for the most dangerous prisoners around the world known as the La Isla del Diablo or Devil's Island, a secluded island infested with sharks and ferocious predators. A place where Death is inevitable if prisoners attempted a daring escape. Access to visitors is strictly forbidden.

"So, this will be my other prison cell." Mama gasped and turned to look at her. "Gallena!" My sister walked further into the room, with me following behind. Dianna laughed. "Thankfully, this prison is equipped with good facilities. I'll give you a tour!" Nicholas owned several properties in New York, which was different from where he had taken me. The penthouse is modernly decorated, with white and silver marble floors, many glass tables, and chrome finishes. The lighting is dim and romantic, twinkling from a glass wall that shows off the city. It's stunning, but I know my sister will hate it.

Not because the doors seemed automatic but because the prison looked nothing like a prison and actually looked cozy. The walls were the colour of cement and unpainted but it managed to look like a palace from the olden days. It looked like it was not complete but complete at the same time, the windows were big enough to bring in adequate sunlight and fresh air, the bed was also thick and I saw a Dior to my left that smelt like a bathroom. Who gives a prisoner a bathroom? Taking slow steps towards the door, I carefully open it as I didn't know what to expect.

I look at the fruit, at the missing knife, at the patient woman with her tablet, and I understand that this is how cages evolve. The warm room offers me tea I do not drink and a chair I do not trust. Comfort, down here, has too many hinges. First bars. Then locks. Then rooms where the prisoner is thanked for cooperating with the door. Progress, they would call it.

Even Tega came with his girlfriend, Christy with his best friend, Dylan, and his girlfriend cousin Ivan with his girlfriend. There is no space in the courtroom because everywhere has been occupied. They are waiting for the criminals. In less than a minute, The policemen brought in Ivy, Grace, and Alexis as they were handcuffed looking dirty than the last time Malia and the others visited. "They are looking so dirty," Elle squeezed her face disgusting "Did you expect her to be pretty in the prison," Michel scoffed "Probably, they are teenagers. They are meant to be taken care of because they are looking like trash right now. If they can see themselves right now, I'm sure they will kill themse

The monsters hiding inside my head doesn’t bother me when I’m with someone. I was led to an unfamiliar hallway by two officers: one walking at my back and the other in my vanguard. I rounded my head to memorize every nook and cranny of the place. Housing security risk prisoners, there was no available map of the second and third levels of the prison. It was up to me to make up a mental drawing in my brain.

“How sketchy?” “The back of the van’s basically a metal cage welded to the interior frame with a couple steel benches on either side. The two prisoners already in it look like they haven’t bathed in a week and they’ve been using a metal urinal connected to a drainage tub. Probably for the same amount of time.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Shepard cursed again. “Extradition’s a state responsibility and most of them contract with these kinds of services. Does it at least look like they can’t get out of the cage?”

“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.