Fancy Prisons Novels & Stories

“Yeah, there’s silver woven into the fabric.” I couldn’t help but actually laugh at that. What did he think was in there? Did he think that it would be bars and that’s it? They want to make sure that prisoners can’t ‘wolf out’ as one of the teens had put it not that long ago. “You think this is funny boy?” “Ahhh slightly. Not too sure what you were hoping for when you were sent to the cells, the dungee-on, the prison… we could sing the Folsom Prison Blues together if you’d like.”

He looked back at me with those beautiful chocolate brown eyes, “where were we? Ah, yes. We were talking about your stubbornness.” I was too distracted by what the vile shifter had said. “What was he talking about?” “There are protectors who rent out their cellmates to other inmates for money and food.” “They sound like pimps!” “That’s what they are, and some of these females don’t have a choice. They become the prison whores.” His fingers snapped open the bra and threw it onto the floor. I got hold of his shirt, “You won’t ever do that to me, would you?”

Within the vast, dimly lit expanse of the repurposed factory, now transformed into a makeshift prison, an air of palpable tension hung heavily. The two-story building was segmented into numerous private cells, each imprisoning individuals from four towns – a mix of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas ensnared during the operation. These cramped quarters, typically housing two or three captives, bore the weight of their fear and uncertainty. In one such cell, a family of four huddled together, their faces ghostly pale.

I looked at him without finishing the sentence. "Or what?" He was nervous. Ah, it was so entertaining; prisoners went crazy at the mention of the Federal Penitentiary. "Or I can send you to another prison, not as nice as this one, but not as strict as the Federal. A prison without corruption where you won't receive visits from minors, but you can have visits every week and keep being the idiot you are here. Oh, and your little escape plan is done for, there's a warden in the unit and the director and corrupt guards are already gone."

Jonah and Alyssa exclaimed in unison, "A prisoner in an orange-colored uniform?" "In the Fifth Prison, orange-colored prisoner uniforms are meant for felons with mental illnesses. They are distinguished from other prisoners by the colors of their uniforms." Sean blinked. "That prisoner knelt before Steven and clung onto his legs as he bawled his eyes out. He claimed that he wasn't mentally ill and that he had not murdered anyone either. He asked Steven to help him with his appeal."

Nicole couldn't help but smile. Dante was so different from Bruno, like two opposite poles. She was happy that she could finally go out. Despite Jack's disapproval, they left the mansion. He followed closely behind. Dante took them to a trendy restaurant, stylish and modern, located on the top floor of a building facing Central Park, offering a marvelous view. "It's wonderful to be able to go out and enjoy this view again. I thought I might be a prisoner forever," Nicole exclaimed.

The Club had used the chaos to pull me back in. Now I was being sent to their most exclusive and feared facility: The Pleasure Prison, a private island resort disguised as a high-security rehabilitation center for the ultra-wealthy. In reality, it was a luxurious prison where the Club’s most valuable toys were kept, trained, and broken under the guise of “therapy.” Two guards in black uniforms met me on the tarmac. They didn’t speak as they removed my coat, leaving me completely naked except for the collar. The cool island breeze brushed against my bare skin, making my nipples harden instantly.

He must have made a new plan to escape and do who knows what to get me back. "He's not in a normal prison, Nicole, but the Arcien Prison." My father added after seeing my reaction. I paused, knowing enough about the prison that was famous not only in special circles but also as a rumor among the common people. It was famous for being a high-security prison, but how the prisoners were handled was what set it apart from other prisons in every state. Much worse than the legal system between criminal convicts being put in a single cell or a particular cell made for self-introspection prisoners.

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Luthor brings me breakfast but the sight of it turns my stomach, I am too anxious for food. We do the thirty-minute drive to the prison and I am surprised by the building. I was expecting something big and stone, dreary and gothic looking but it’s actually a fairly modern, red brick building. Seeing my surprised Luthor explains “We did have an older prison, but it cost more to repair it then build a new one plus this way we could add a lot of modern security technology. I know these people are criminals, but they still deserve comfortable rooms that are heated properly and other things. We don’t want to torture them. Our justice system focuses on rehabilitation more than retribution unless y