Ost Public Safety Inmates Novels & Stories

"... How are the inmates?" His authoritative smoky voice filled the entire room as he walked his feet toward his swivel chair. He gently sat on his seat and glanced at the nurses before him. He glimpsed at their figures and she smirked. "They are doing alright, doctor. The custody officers sent another two new men to prison, and here are their profiles." The lady with blonde hair asserted and handed the folders, she flipped her hair and gazed at the doctor. "Good, what about our prey? I can't see that the authorities are doing anything, you know that they can be dangerous," he asserted and took the bottle of wine and poured it into his glass. The two nurses lowered their heads and thought of

“What…?” “Oh, you didn’t know? Some of the inmates in the state prison are relatives of your victims.” “That’s not…” “And by the way, the scapegoats you used to take the fall for your crimes? They’re in there too.” “You’re lying!” “Of course not. In fact, I heard that Randy is in critical condition after getting into a fight during lunch.” “What…”

As much as she tried to ignore, she couldn't help but move towards the restroom she assumed they would be in. She pulled the door open forcefully to see three inmates who had a shocked expression on their faces. She could tell they were obviously scared thinking it was a warden. Seeing it was a fellow inmate, they hissed loudly and waved their hands at her. "Fuçk off. Can't you see we're busy?" A chubby lady with a tattoo on her upper right arm said. She looks like a lady in her late sixties. Althea was not the kind to bug into peoples matters but this was a different case. It's against the State precinct for inmates to smoke or involve themselves in drugs.

Some even fled during the last trial, relying on others to shield them. “Change their status,” I say, pointing to five names. “Strip them of luxury privileges. They sleep outside now. In the cages.” The Betas nod and rush to obey. Within minutes, five more Omegas are being dragged toward the outer cells, iron cages stacked against the wall where the worst prisoners are kept. The Omegas whimper but do not protest. They know better. Rael moves next to me. “What about the ones who are doing well?” He's not wrong, he should move some inside who have proven themselves. We did with Veyra and we do it every year. We're delayed this year. veyra has distracted us all.

But now that the whole operation had been taken down, why stay hidden? "Keep interrogating them. And monitor the rescued survivors." "Got it, Mr. Anderson." The assistant jotted it down, then asked, "The police department wants to know how we want to handle the suspects." The man went quiet for a long moment, then let out a heavy breath. "Since the disaster began, crime's only gotten worse. We've lost too many people. "I recommend a full crackdown. We have to shut this down hard. "Anyone who's killed should get the death penalty. No exceptions. The rest go to prison, then assigned to labor out west. Observe them for six months observation. If they show real change, they'll be released.

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?”

Ottoman on the other hand walked out of the bar after paying the bartender. Among all the days of the week, Wednesdays at Gridgehock Women’s Penitentiary was the most deadly. Aside the fact that it was the hottest in all the days; something partly on the prison system for turning off all Air conditioners and substituting it for the heat, it was the day the most dangerous and psychotic of all inmates were granted luxury to roam free in Gen Pop. For the lack of a better word, it was the day any inmate with a vendetta had the luxury of making good on his grudge and pinning it on the psychotic beings. Or better still; hire one of them to do the job for you.

Success, I saw some of the starch leave their bodies as they contemplated my words. “I’m Mike, and this is Sue, my mate, and like you said, you already know the pups. First, I want to thank you for your treatment so far, we knew we were being arrested, we knew we would be brought to the cells, but I have to admit, our treatment so far has been very kind given our crimes.” I held up my hand at this, “They are not crimes, they are just things we have questions about, and of course, we needed to ensure the safety of our Packs, Jack and I did not want to lock you in cells, we just had nowhere else suitable.”

Sub Two was the high security level that we put the more dangerous prisoners in, but I guess it was also the safest for Zoey as well. I reached the door and pulled out my card and scanned it over. I rushed through and ran down the darkened hallway until I got to the dungeon part. I glanced around, and it was all quiet, before I headed to the entrance of Sub Two. On my way, I noticed two of the cells were occupied by the Stanton Twins. I heard Asher had really gone to town on both of them and said they were to be imprisoned indefinitely. I doubt that would be the case, but agreed that they could have done more to stop Malcolm.

Virginia added. "We would have to warn him seriously not to tell the police that we have sent him. He is to go to the prison with the poisoned food and...." "No, no, that's where you get it all wrong" Douglas cuts in. "The police don't allow external food service. They bear the responsibility to feed their inmates" he concluded. "Then, in that case, the person will have to go in to the cell and shoot David to death then he will escape if he can" I pointed out.