Im A Guard Stationed At A Secret Government Prison Novels & Stories

Each step took us deeper into the parts of my world I'd spent her entire life hiding from her—the necessity of violence, the reality of what it meant to maintain power in my line of work. My security men stationed outside the basement door looked up as we approached, their expressions carefully neutral. They'd been following orders, doing their jobs with the professionalism I paid them for. But now, with my daughter beside me, their work looked like what it really was - torture conducted in service of a father's desperation. "Sir," the taller of the two guards said, straightening to attention. "The subject is still secure. No change in his condition since the last report." "Has he said anyth

If he’s here, working for the face of the Mustafin Ring, it’s for a reason. We make a sharp turn, passing another Mustafin guard. As we walk through a set of doors, I feel the guard’s hard stare but ignore it, more concerned with the idea of being locked away indefinitely. We enter the room with the familiar glass door cell that almost feels nostalgic. Alek taps on a monitor, and a portion of the glass slides open. True to Efrem's command, Alek kindly urges me to step inside without force, though it doesn’t feel like I have much of a choice anyway. My heart skips a beat as I comply. The sound of the door closing behind me makes me flinch.

It was an awful feeling. I could barely speak without gritting my teeth. "Stop messing with me… I'm just a security guard. If my superior finds out, I could lose my job." Ms. Bombshell chuckled. She wrapped her hand around my manhood through my pants, gently squeezing it. "Think about it, Mr. Ziegler. Do you want me to give you a hand, or would you rather keep your boring job?" Her hand was small, but her grip was frightening. I found myself slowly melting away in her grasp.

Bryce at the moment. "I must remove any devices that you own, Miss Rockford. At this facility, no personal cell phones or computers are allowed. You will be given a government-issued one in a few days," the soldier named Thomas said firmly and I explained that I didn't bring any communication device and if I had I was certain that the metal detector we had walked through would have alerted him. He cleared his throat and looked away giving me a quick nod. This wasn't my first rodeo with the government. "If you don your lab coat I can take you to the cells, doctor. Are you ready to meet your subjects?" I tucked my bags off to the side near the dresser I was assigned and grabbed the white lab c

Vincent's pov Friday 22nd October 2021 ******************************* "Wake up!" I hear a deep voice shout. I open my eyes and see a guard stood at the door with a gun pointed at me. I groan and look around the small cell I'm in and sigh when I remember what happened yesterday. So it wasn't a dream, I'm actually going to prison. The guard walks over and pulls me up from the bed and cuffs my hands behind my back. "Could you be gentle?" I grumble as he basically manhandles me.

Matteo wasn’t totally a fool. A few hours pass before I hear it—the sound of keys jingling. My door creaks open, and the guard steps in, his expression blank. Behind him, a second man enters. His face isn’t familiar to say the least. He’s taller than me, dressed like one of the facility's medical staff, a clipboard in his hand. His face is sharp, and unreadable. “Stand up,” the guard orders. I obey, but my body is tense. The second man steps forward, looking me up and down before scribbling something on his clipboard. “We’re moving him now,” he says flatly.

I barely saw Morpheus over the next few weeks, having been bombarded with schoolwork and working at the restaurant, but when I did see him I didn’t get to talk to him much. The second time I worked in the ward after he woke up, I realized that he was being watched by the staff, as if he were some sort of terrorist or international criminal on the run. I half expected him to be handcuffed to the bed when I returned, but instead I found him channel surfing and complaining about how pointless and repetitive television had become. I smiled at him as I entered but didn’t dare speak to him for more than a few minutes since a security guard had been posted by the entrance to the ward. The nurses tr

These people were working under the jurisdiction of the governor’s federation guard and not the Battle Warrior Department. Prison 14’s surveillance was extremely strict and the staff members here were equipped with the most advanced weapons. In fact, they even had armored helicopters in their possession. In case of an emergency, the governor warriors posted to Prison 14 would be activated to fight. Crack, crack, crack! The sound of guns being cocked rang out. One of the governor warriors shouted, “Step out of the car!” Reiss was shaking in fear. She turned her head to look at Adrian in a panic. He pulled the car’s hand brake and said to her, “It’ll be fine.”

The guard behind me latched onto my arm again and tugged me forward towards the staircase. His words bounced around in my head from earlier. 'No one has ever come back.' Why is that? Were all the girls killed? Sold? Could this place possibly be as bad as the human trafficking prison cells? We reached the top of the stairs and met another door. This time it was wrought iron, and there was an electronic keypad to the side of it. First, the guard had to scan his fingerprint. 'Authorized,' a robotic female voice declared from the screen. "Your turn," the guard released my arm so I could have my fingerprint scanned. I reticently lifted my right hand to the screen. It sat there for a few seconds,

He adds, “And you unfortunately will be incarcerated in solitary, and even when you finally get out, you will be confined in maximum security with guards breathing down your neck twenty-four-seven.” “Yeah, lock me up since now I know your dirty little secret.” “Solitary and maximum security are far better compared to what Victor Hale and Mateo Cruz plan for you the moment you decline and step into the yard.” “Wooooow!” I voice out in deep thought. “Leave us!” he roars as the guards bounce the door behind me. He walks up to me, using his fingers to graze my bare back and chiseled muscles. I stare at him in confusion, trying to figure out his intentions.