Pad Man Prison Break Novels & Stories

A tool panel, similar to the ones workshops mount on every available surface, wrenches and pliers hanging on hooks, and at the end of the row a bolt cutter with red handles. Sixty seconds, maybe less. I grabbed it, jaw on the padlock shackle, both hands on the handles, pressed and the metal resisted and I pressed harder and it gave with a sound that was too loud in that quiet hallway, and the padlock fell and I pulled the door open. Three men…two sitting, one lying flat, all of them thin and pale and blinking in the corridor light like men seeing it for the first time in a long while. Chained at the wrists, long chains bolted to a ring in the wall.

The kind that came from knowing exactly who held his life in their hands. Dante stopped a few paces away and studied him in silence for a long moment. The prisoner cracked first. “Please… I didn’t do anything. I swear on my children, on my wife — I didn’t let anyone in. You have to believe me.” Dante’s voice when it came was low, calm, and terrifyingly controlled. “You had access. You were on rotation last night. The breach happened on your watch.” The man shook his head frantically, tears mixing with the blood on his face. “Being on rotation doesn’t mean I betrayed you. I was in position, yes, but I never opened any doors. I never—”

I just take my food from him and go back deeper into my cell to eat it. I expect to see Mason walking toward my door; instead, I see women. They’re three of them. The one in front opens my cell door, and they all walk inside. The two behind grab my hands and make me kneel. They spread my hands wide as the one who opened my cell walks toward me with a needle in her hand. I can't see clearly, but I’m sure it's silver inside the syringe. I struggle to free my hands from the two women holding me, but I’m unable to. The leader finds a vein in my left hand and wastes no time injecting me.

Turning to his companion prisoners, he said curtly, “I’ll be leaving soon. Are you going with me? Or are you getting out?” “Wait—what?” the drug addict stammered. But Nick ignored him, instead positioning the links of his chain carefully around the floor hook that limited his movement inside the back, leveraged his full weight against it and with a hard kick, broke the welding. “Holy crap!” the second prisoner hissed. “No man. No. You go. We’ll get out. We don’t need no more trouble.”

"I'm adding breaking and entering, stalking, and attempted abduction to your list of charges. You will stay in jail for a while." Within minutes, footsteps echoed outside the penthouse door.Two building security guards burst into the apartment, followed closely by two city police officers responding to the emergency call. The officers took one look at the shattered vase, the overturned furniture, and Adrian bleeding on the floor, and moved in. "Adrian, stay on the ground!" one of the officers barked, pulling a pair of steel handcuffs from his belt. Adrian thrashed weakly, shouting curses and glaring daggers at Damon as the officers hauled him up to his feet, forcing his arms behind his back.

"The worst is a broken wrist. I'm sure the cuffs attaching him to the chains are painful. He knew how to roll the bike, so no head trauma. The last time I checked, he was awake and pissed off." I open the door and stand looking at my victim for a full minute. Countless dangerous men have hung from these rafters. Sometimes they are too big of a pussy and we provide a chair. Dandridge was that way. Dandridge was a weasel who needed to die. He's also the idiot who Madison caught with his dick in a prostitute's mouth the first time I met her. With men like Dandridge, the fear more than the pain gets to them and they pass out before the fun even begins. This guy's shirt is off and his tats are pr

She was chanting something under her breath, then flicked her hand towards the house. "Now you may enter," she said. There was no noise as the warriors smashed the door to pieces and entered. Before long, they returned, dragging a man in cuffs between two of the warriors. I immediately recognised him as one of the men identified by Simeon. The man started to talk. Pania flicked her hand again but at him this time. I could see his mouth move, but no sound came out. "This way, he cannot alert anyone else," she said. "The cuffs he is wearing will stop him from using his mind-link to warn anyone either."

They don't want elaborate big celebrations like Santiago and Charlotte had, with their baby coming, they just want something official to bind them together as man and wife. Adrian's phone rang, it was Clem. He squinted, Clem calling him meant he had information to pass across . He stood up, excused himself and soon returned to join others with an expressionless gaze. Aurora saw him, she knew something was off. She glared at him, signalling to him with a questioning gaze. Adrian hived a smile and broke the news. “There has been a prison break and Ray Grimard has escaped leaving two prison warders dead” he informed.

Three hours into the prison takeover, the nine humans left alive pondered their fate locked up in guard pod three with no way to escape. Steve, Cara and Kathy all sat at the control panel filling the only seats with the rest resting on the floor with their backs to the walls. From their vantage point they couldn’t see the bodies and blood on the commons floor, it was a blessing considering the mess. “How long till it starts to smell?” Paula Borodin asked. She was a fifty something woman who dragged her husband to the zoo as a getaway trip for the both of them.

He countered with a few punches of his own but Flynn was much more experienced and quickly had the man on the ground, pinned. "Carter." Carter emerged from the room cautiously. He looked at his strong lover holding this man on the floor. He was proud to be Flynn's boyfriend. Who wouldn't want someone so tough and strong to protect them? "Call the police. Tell them there was a break in. The culprit is still here." Pulling a zip tie from his pocket, he wrapped the man's hands up. He attached another to the broken metal frame of the door. It had been broken by the men before and would suffice to hold this man here until the police could apprehend him.