Ost Public Safety Inmates Novels & Stories

Matthew said evenly, “a year. Two at most. Minimum security.” It was still a heavy blow, but compared to several years of imprisonment, it was better. Vivian’s shoulders relaxed slightly. “And the arrangements?” “I’ll handle it,” Matthew said. “Comfortable confinement. Privacy. Access. That can be allowed for lighter sentences. We can even request medical detention.” Then his eyes hardened. “But the real work starts now.” “The public needs a story,” he continued. “Judges are not completely isolated from the world around them. Prosecutors aren’t either, especially not in an election year. If we look dangerous, they’ll make an example of us. If we look persecuted…”

another guard said. "High-risk designation. Co-ed housing approved." My blood turned to ice. "You're putting me with male inmates?" The first guard smirked. "Should've thought about that before you murdered your husband, sweetheart. You're considered extremely dangerous." "I'm not dangerous! This is insane!" "Tell it to your lawyer. Move." Cell block D was a nightmare. Dozens of men turned to stare as I entered. The whistles started immediately. "Fresh meat!" "Damn, she's fine!"

he explains nonchalantly, taking off his shoes. "What?!” I squeal, my vision going blurry immediately, "Why? Oh, my god. Someone stabbed him already?" "No, it was yesterday," he says and gets in bed with me, then presses his thumb against my quivering lip, "I kicked his ass myself, because he deserved it. Because he's going to trick the system and get benefits no inmate should have. I got him safety and entertainment and more money than he should have in there. In no time, he'll find a way to use what I gave him for his benefit. No one is going to stab him. And if they do, that'll only work in our benefit because we can use it as an excuse to get him out even earlier."

“Miss,” he said, opening the cell door. “Yes?” I replied. “Can you trust me and follow me?” he asked. “I was told not to leave the police headquarters again,” I said. “We’re not leaving,” he assured me, and I followed him as he walked ahead. “What happened to the evacuated prisoners?” I asked, remembering they were there last night and gone this morning. “The prisoners were evacuated to provide you with privacy and, more importantly, for security reasons,” he explained. “We can’t rule out the possibility of a criminal in one of these cells being controlled by someone from the outside.”

"I visited him yesterday. He was making demands. Negotiating. Using information as leverage." "Inmates often mask depression," he replies mechanically. "The method was typical - bedsheet tied to an air vent. Most suicides happen in single-occupancy cells like your father's." "No. He threatened people yesterday. Why would he kill himself now?" The officer's expression changes. Lieutenant Walsh writes in his notebook. "High-profile inmates often attract... attention. It would be standard procedure to have the security camera footage reviewed." "And where was the guard when this happened?" I ask.

Lucianne was too drained to protest so she simply closed her eyes and inhaled his scent, concentrating on his heartbeat. Round three: environmental support Weaver agreed with Iridessa’s suggestion that public housing should prioritize ex-inmates instead of excluding their eligibility just because of their criminal record. The government should subsidize the first two months of rent, and provide a small congratulatory payment if the ex-inmates eventually manage to move out. The earlier they move out, the higher the reward.

Kadal that was nearer to the building's gate. He had decided he would keep him safe. And that would start right away. He would try all he could to make sure Skye or whoever was behind all these would be held responsible for it. The gate was opened immediately they got to it. They were welcomed into the compound by loud aggressive yelling. There were many of the inmates seated in the yard. Alpha Jones attention was caught by two big Alphas that were bound in oily shackles, same as the one the officers brought to his hotel room.

Leeuwkop, home to Noah Boshoff and 3600 other inmates, was located an hour away from Rock Union. The prison was one of the very few maximum security facilities in the country, with the pleasure of hosting some of the most hardened criminals. Despite the heightened security measures, once in a while, some brazen inmates would attempt daring prison breaks with varying success. The most recent grand escape was three months ago when two prisoners pulled a Houdini from the courtyard after making a hole through the fence. The pair was still at large, even though Rawlings had vowed to throw all his resources and more of the taxpayers' money into their recapture.

You can smell the blood, sweat, and tears that stain moldy mattresses and prison blues, or the garbage and filth that litter the catwalks and gun rails of the cell blocks. No one can escape. No one can escape this place; they are handcuffed to the walls, and an electronic necklace on their necks restrains them from shifting or using their powers. "You need to get out of here, young men. There are very dangerous and psychopathic people. They have cameras all over the place, watching us for 24 hours. If they catch you, you will end up like us." one of the prisoners said. "Don't worry, I sabotaged the security cameras; they can't see us!" Xander exclaims.

Author’s POV… Deep in the Lunar Fangs dungeon, the food servant went round the cells of the special inmates who weren’t allowed to leave the cells to have their meals. Because these prisoners were regarded as dangerous, they had their bathrooms right in the cells and were never allowed to come out. The servant had gone round serving food, and had reached the cell of a certain inmate who hadn’t been returning his plates. “Bring out your plate, or you won’t be served your next meal,” the servant warned.