Innocent Prisoners Novels & Stories

said the young man with a match stick in his mouth moving toward the two men. “Since when do you care what we do around here” the guy with chains around his neck sharply asked. “Ouch” said the young man with a mustache looking hurt. “Come on Rev, I thought we sorted that out” said the fat young man. “Then tell that mother fucker, Moon to keep his piehole shut” said Rev. “I will if you let her go” said the young man with a match stick in his mouth. “If we say no then what?” asked the man with huge holes on his pinna.

I think I'm going to be sick. "I will escort her inside" I nod but in the process of closing the door, another thought occurs to me "Excuse me" "Yes ma'am" "Is this for today only or every day?" Translation. Am I a prisoner? I'm used to staying inside or moving to a safe house whenever there's an attack. Mostly, it takes a week or two. Which is fine. But if Dante is holding me, prisoner, I might just kill him in his sleep. "You'll have to ask the boss, ma'am"

The prisoners all cheered once again as the queen was dying on the ground, squirming for her life. “Get to the gates! Now!” I yelled. The prisoners all left the arena. I put the weapons I used down on the ground as I left to open the gates for all the prisoners. They all lined up on the walls as I came towards the gates. I turned around facing all of them. “You are all free. But most of us are here because of something we did. Innocents, you are free to go back to your lives and your families.” I signal for the innocent ones to get out. One of them stops and looks at me.

Hungry prisoners were not happy prisoners and it was very obvious in the growing tense atmosphere. She tugged on Seth's shirt and practically dragged him forward. "You ok to hold your tray to the table, angel?" he asked, since the large bowls made it difficult to balance both in his hands. She, of course, nodded obediently. "Stay close to me ok? It's very rowdy today," he warned. His eyes squinted at the people around him, analysing their actions closely. "Are there new people coming again?" Usually there would be a little more energy in people when there were newcomers. The people previously at the bottom of the pecking order now excited they could be the ones to pick on terrified kids, new

Every person has been given a different understanding. She looked down before she decided to voice out her thinking, “I can’t save the body from getting dirty like a cloth, but I can save the soul from getting dirty. This may sound funny to people, but for me, my innocence is still intact.” Rebecca remained silent. “If my body commits a crime, it will get mixed in the soil and beyond that, it can’t receive anything, but if the soul sins, it’ll burn in the fire of hell which will never end.”

“A clemency program is on the news. I don't know if you've heard it already.” Of course. Even inside prison walls, news found its way through the cracks. “Three hundred inmates. Justice reform. Humanitarian review.” Bukky continued when he didn't get a reply from me. Matteo gave a quiet laugh. “The entire prison is dreaming.” Diego shook his head slowly. “They release boys in programs like that.” Bukky added calmly, “Underaged offenders. Small theft. Non-violent cases.” Diego folded his arms. “Not men connected to international investigations.”

Yet, as she stepped into the confines of the prison, little did she know that this journey would lead her to redemption and a new beginning. Within the austere confines of the prison, Sunita, the warden, stood as a beacon of hope. Her unwavering belief in reform, rather than mere punishment, set her apart. As she pored over Ritu's file, her eyes saw beyond the criminal record. She perceived a glimmer of potential, a spark that could be nurtured and ignited. Ritu's crime was severe, but Sunita recognised the circumstances that had led her astray and the genuine remorse she harboured. This recognition prompted Sunita's resolve to offer Ritu a chance at rehabilitation. It was an opportunity to

"You are not afraid, you killed a person is a capital offense, of course you are not afraid, but we are not guilty of death ah, why also to die ......" The whole prison is crying out for justice, most of them are not guilty to death, but the God's Tripod wants people, what can the seven countries do? The jailer coldly said, "Big mistakes and small mistakes are all mistakes, if you knew it would be today, why did you have to do it in the first place? Get out of here!" In the icy scolding voice of the jailer, several hundred people were escorted out one after another, and this time, it was feared that the prison cells of the Seven Kingdoms would be empty again.

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."

“When you were caught, did the courts care about the reasoning behind your criminal act, no matter how justified you thought it was?” Frodo only shook his head. “Exactly, little man. When society looks at us, they see criminals. Take a man who kills another for raping his daughter. Do you think the courts would care about why he killed that motherfucker? No, he’d be down here like the rest of us, no matter how justified his actions may have been.” He forced his lips into a smirk. “There comes a time in a prisoner’s life when he gets tired of proclaiming his innocence because no one has ever listened and no one ever will. I’m past that point, Frodo.”