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

I choke out, and he presses harder. I gasp, clawing weakly at his shoe. I can't die. Not like this. Not here. Not when Eden and Nora are still out there. Not when they're still in danger. My vision blurs. My limbs grow heavier. Will's face starts to fade. Outside, alarms begin screaming through the prison. Another guard rushes in. "Sir—the outer gate's been breached. Federal agents are here!”

“No. I cannot. Because the minute you tell anyone about our existence, they will hunt us down like animals till the very last one of us is either captured or dead. Our pups will become circus attractions or experiments for the government. I know because I have seen movies where they did such a thing.” Shaking her head back and forth, she starts to say something, but then grows quiet when she begins to dart her eyes around the room. Sensing a change, I turn around and see the guards standing behind me, ready to subdue her before she gets a chance to leave. I glare at them before stating, “She is fine. She won’t go anywhere unless she is told to. Now go back to the front entrance and i

"You're aware of the rules, Josh. No one else will be permitted inside except me." "All right, sir, I'll be waiting for you." "There's no reason for that. You can take the day off today," I tell him as I walk to where I keep him. When the guards see me, they immediately bow their heads. Only these guys have the pleasure of guiding here. Their job is to stay here without leaving, and they will never be able to have their own mate. I go deep inside where I keep him, before unlocking and going inside. "Hello, dear uncle," I say warmly. I keep a close eye on him. He is terrified. I notice his body trembling on its own.

which was a polite phrase for those who were either too dangerous or too inconvenient to be left alone. We passed through two separate iron gates that required multiple keys and security checks. I counted every camera mounted in the corners, and every guard stationed at intersections. Giselle had done something. When he finally stopped, the guard in front of me unlocked a door that revealed a cell noticeably smaller than the one I had occupied before. There was no window in the cell. The walls were higher and whiter than the ones in my previous cell. “Special orders,” the guard muttered before shoving me inside. “You’re under increased supervision.”

He walked down the aisle of pods toward what he assumed was the entrance to the rest of the base. A guard working the security station stepped out. "Can I help you?" "Jack Swift. Here to see Janice or Jimmy Swift." "You're human?" The guard gestured to his own ears. Jack pressed his hand to his ear. "Yes. These are synthetic. I'm undercover." The guard flicked on his tablet. "The General is on level 30. So is Jimmy." He disappeared back to the guard station. A sports game was playing on a screen.

Dad waited for him to finish before continuing with his questions. "Didn't you have him in an secure area?" Dad doesn't look happy "Weren't there guards watching him?" "We don't have a prison here, there hasn't been a need for one since the dark ages. He was locked in another area similar to this. We have several safe rooms scattered around that we use if we need to restraint someone. There were two guards watching the door, they were found unconscious at their posts. The pack doctor is checking them out now." He didn't like to defend himself to my dad but he answered his questions anyway.

Maybe these choices aren't bad for me, but bad for others. As I look at where I am, I don't regret anything. The walls made of cement are five inches thick. The bars only move twice a day. The fence outside of these walls is even taller than this building. And there's maximum security 24/7. Almost impossible to escape this place. Keyword: almost. "Open up section D, number 35!" The guard mutters in his portable radio. In a matter of seconds, a guard pulls me out of my cell.

instructed the guard once more. “Let me!” I bellowed but a hand restrained me. “Just let me talk to that stupid guy,” I said to the guard. “Let him,” a voice whispered behind us. The prison was giving me his signature grin. “Two minutes top and no more.” I nodded. “Give us privacy.” I dragged the stoic body of the man down the steps. I was starting to have doubts about my decision for picking him over the other one. “Hey!” I slapped him hard on the face. “Get a hold of yourself!” I got no reaction in return. “Listen to me, dude. Win this fight and I promise you would never worry for your wife and kid again. I promise no Santa Muertos would ever endanger them. Do you like that?”

His silence was loud again, but I only smirked because I knew he had no choice now. “Okay. But I need to have your word that no other ear would hear about this,” he finally said, his tone mixed with plea and instruction. “You have my word. My lips become sealed when you do your part.” “Fine. It’s done.” “Good,” I whispered and slammed the receiver back into its position. I signaled to the guard that I was done. Then I went back to my cell, my face beaming with pride. **** The next morning, the guard’s voice jolted me awake. “Prisoner 4679, step forward!”

but if Moonshade finds out about his unconsciousness, they won't hesitate to attack. My heart clenched. War? Curse? What in the world did I do to end up in his secretive hellish pack? My thoughts reeled, but before I could make sense of anything, we arrived at a dark, open structure. The prison yard. The guard lowered me to the ground before shoving me inside and locking the door behind him. Darkness swallowed me whole