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

Or maybe he just didn’t want to die a horrible death like the rest. His legs shook, and without realizing, at Adrian’s words, he wet his pants. “What’s your name?” Adrian asked. Before he could think, his mouth instinctively answered. “Pe—Peter,” he stammered. His eyes were wide, watching every motion. He had just seen Adrian flick his hand slightly—and the men dropped. Even worse was how Gabriel and the other guard had horribly died. “Now open the door,” Adrian said. The door was locked, accessible only by those with authorized ID. Some areas of the building were restricted this way, designed to maintain order and tight security—so that no outsider, even if they breached the base, could mov

The holding facility was not a prison; it was a sensory deprivation chamber designed for the dissolution of the soul. They didn't call it a jail. They called it The Processing Center, a concrete-walled monolith buried deep beneath the city's old financial district. When the guards threw me into the interrogation chair, the cold metal bit into my skin through my thin sweater.

The other officer who had come with us asked the guard. The guard glanced at him. "Well, that guy tried to infiltrate the pack system about three months ago." I quirked my brows in surprise. Someone had dared done that? "Oh," Rosa exclaimed. She only always did that when she was speechless. The guard shrugged. "He is however being transferred to another facility by this time tomorrow." "So this is his last community duty?" I asked. The guard nodded. My heart sank. "What is he like?" The guard chuckled. "Well he is like other prisoners," he began.

"I get it, my friend, believe me, I do. The world was different back then, and young people today don't know how to handle the things we had to do. But this is your son's life we're talking about—you can't leave him unprotected." "That's exactly why I'm here! I need help, Morrison! I need someone to watch over Liam without him knowing, someone skilled, someone who can keep him safe… but I don't know how to do it without him finding out!" The moment Garrett said the word skilled, a particular scene flashed in the General's mind. "Well… it might sound a little crazy, but I think I know the person you need. Come with me." They left the barracks, where a massive Hummer was waiting for the Genera

"My mother was excellent, the best person I ever knew... whenever she left our shelter, as she used to call the place where we lived, we would play hide and seek; she used to say that I should keep quiet so that no one would find me until she came back. One day everything changed, and that was the beginning of our nightmare. "One day, one of the guards on duty heard me sneezing, and upon noticing my presence, he took me to Mr. Craig and my mother; they argued, and I spent the next few days in a small and dark place. I cried a lot those days; I was afraid I would never see my mother again; I thought I was going crazy every second. I hated... I wouldn't say I like the dark; even though I was a

Dark sunglasses covered their eyes, making them look completely robotic and unreadable. The very second Michael stepped into their line of sight, the guards snapped to attention, their eyes dropping briefly to where my hands were wrapped around his neck. Moving quickly, they entered a code on a digital panel and pulled the heavy door open. I blinked rapidly, my mind spinning with endless questions. Why on earth was his biological father confined to this highly secret place? It was located so far away from the rest of the pack house that the hallways were completely abandoned. Nobody ever came down to this dark section, and the chilling silence was starting to make me think this place was act

Not to one man in Cell 14. It trended in 2 hours. `#NoGhosts` *9. 6:30pm. Kano Max. Cell 14* New guards. New cameras. New lock. James sat in the corner. Guard: “No more mail. No more visitors. No more paper.” James: “For how long?” Guard: “16 years.” He looked at the scratched `DAY 5488`. Then at the new camera in the corner. Red light on. *10. 9:00pm. Rooftop*

Ten other inmates were already there, all women, all naked except for their harnesses. The guard in charge, a burly man named Officer Reed, barked orders. “Pair up and get to work. And remember… productivity is rewarded. Laziness is punished with public fucking.” I was paired with 247. We worked side by side, sorting and washing prison uniforms, but she kept whispering to me whenever the guard wasn’t looking. “There are cameras everywhere, but blind spots in the back corner,” she said urgently. “Some of us have been here for months. We’re planning an escape. Not out of the prison… but out of the Club’s control. You in?”

But as the warehouse doors began to grind open—the real doors leading to the real world—a voice boomed from the emergency speakers. It wasn't Maya. It wasn't the Executive. It was a **Broadcast**. **"THIS IS THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT. THE AETHEL-CORP FACILITY HAS BEEN BREACHED. REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE. YOU ARE ALL PROPERTY OF THE STATE FOR 'REHABILITATION' AND 'RE-EDUCATION'."** I looked at the open door. Beyond the threshold, I saw rows of tanks—real tanks, the ones with cannons.

Levian turned to the soldier who could barely move and asked, “Why are there only visuals of outside the building?” The soldier gritted his teeth and said, “We only guard outside the building; only the superior has control of the surveillance camera inside the building.” “Convenient,” Sherry said, tapping the glass of the monitor. “What is this place anyway?” The soldier remained silent, his body already trembling as the venom coursed through his bloodstream. Sherry pulled out the vial and let it swing between her fingers. “Care to speak?” “This place,” he began, inhaling sharply, “is a prison for the worst of the criminals.”