Im A Guard Stationed At A Secret Government Prison นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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,

The tension in the air grew thicker as we approached the prison district, where danger and secrecy lurked around every corner. The dimly lit prison district was swarming with guards, their presence a constant reminder of the delicate nature of our mission. As Alpha Charles and I made our way through the labyrinthine corridors, the tension in the air was palpable. Every step we took seemed to echo with our shared anxiety. We arrived at the heart of the prison, surrounded by a formidable guard presence. My eyes darted around, taking in the cells arranged in circles, each containing a single prisoner. The sight was both unsettling and a stark reminder of the power held by Alpha Draxler and his

I was in an underground facility that looked like it was top-secret. “Where the hell am I?” The warehouse building had only the room where I stayed. It looked like a top-secret bunker you would see in a CIA movie. I walked towards the main entrance when two guards confronted me. “Hey, you,” the first guard yelled. “Where do you think you’re going?” He pulled his Taser. “Get back to your holding cell or we’ll drag you there.” My heart thumped in my chest. My hands felt clammy. The only way out was to run like hell.

“He’s gone.” “Gone?” I say the word loudly enough that it echoes. “He’s been moved. Sorry, Miss.” The guard shifts uncomfortably. “And, can you keep it down,” he asks in a quiet tone. “I - I don’t understand.” He leans toward me and says, quieter still. “Maximum security.” My head is spinning. That doesn’t make any sense. “But that’s for, like, hardened criminals. Violent - “ My voice rises again, and the guard shushes me, putting a finger up to his lips.

How many underground layers did this place have? After Teyana’s interruption, Will explained that there was a containment center, with guards watching it around the clock. As far as he knew, there were no prisoners, as I had killed the last of them during my testing. If there was a place that Lana would take people whom she didn’t trust, this would be the place. I walked up to the guards, and to my surprise they tried to stop me from entering the room. “Open the door,” I ordered.

So, the guards should be glad I have no escape plan like the notorious criminals meant to be here. “Don’t talk to her like that,” Caden thunders a warning to the officer with great fortitude. There is nothing in this world that could make Caden cringe. “Get in,” the officer orders when he frees my shaky hands, ignoring my stepbrother’s attitude. The jail Caden and I are thrown into is exactly the kind you see in pictures. The cell is situated underground in the department. The sullied walls are thick and covered in creepy graffiti. Strictly barred openings with metallic bars are solely designed for oxygen and, mostly, for keeping an eye on the criminals, including me.

A chill ran down my spine as I sensed that something was terribly wrong. The door swung open, revealing a tall, intimidating figure. He wore a sharp black uniform, and his eyes were concealed behind mirrored sunglasses. A cold, calculating grin spread across his face as he took in the scene. "Good morning, ladies," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I hope you're all feeling refreshed and ready for the day ahead?" The prisoners stayed silent, their gazes fixed on the floor. Anger surged within me at the guard's patronizing tone, but I knew better than to voice my thoughts.

With each step, the air grows colder, the lighting dimmer. I descend a flight of stairs, entering the underground level where the most dangerous criminals are kept. The corridor here is nearly silent, the thick walls muffling any sounds from the cells. I walk to the very end, coming to a stop in front of a solitary, pitch-black cell. A young guard stands at attention beside the door. As I approach, he snaps a salute. "Beta Marcus, sir."

I knew the conditions for me to be locked away here with the minimum sentence that I could get, which left the only option of someone was bringing me food and that too won’t be possible as I already had my dinner. My muscles bunched and flexed as I waited, sitting still and not breathing. I heard the shuffle of footsteps as they came outside my door. Unfortunately this underground wasn’t meant for criminals, it was for all the illegal goods that were under government custody which meant I couldn’t see through the bars who was on the other side. All I had to stare at was another steeled door.

QUNN POV “If we get caught…” I hesitated, glancing outside again to make sure no one was listening. What Adler was suggesting was terrifying, but it seemed like the most logical thing I could do in this situation. “We are not going to get caught as long as we are careful,” Adler whispered, leaning in. “I know this prison inside and out, okay? I used to be a guard here. Around midnight, only one guard will be on duty. I also know a secret passage we can take.”