Prison Bl Novels & Stories

He was going to find out Nimue's plan. He just prayed that she was still alive but knowing Zephyr, the chances were slim. ************ Bellona's face was blistered and her eyelids swollen, nearly shut. Her black long hair fell to the front, covering her face as her head hanged forward. She was tied to an electric chair in the dungeon and she looked so worn out. Her cries came from deep within her chest, her throat was parched and her lips chapped. She tried to speak and her lips quivered but no sound came from her throat.

Austin seized the opportunity to break free. He stumbled a few steps away from Brian. The sudden turn of events silenced the bustling hall. All the prisoners were dumbfounded. They wondered if they were dreaming. Brian had unleashed his ultimate move, The Python Trap. Yet, the battle wasn't over. One should know that the inmates in The Grave Prison were no saints. Many of them were experienced fighters. Only three people in this building could rival Brian. Even those few wouldn't have been able to handle Brian's Python Trap as effortlessly as Austin had.

The prisoner’s eyes went wide with terror, “NO!” Blaine added, “You see, I can control animals and this is just the beginning.”

He made his way back down through ops before taking another set of stairs down to the basement where they kept prisoners and held interrogations. Rose smiled at him when he came down, "who are you here for, boss?" "Whoever Ray and Air brought in last night," Dean looked past his prison manager to the guards stationed outside the occupied rooms, watching as they all stood a little straighter in his presence. "I figured as much," she gave him a sly smile, "just figured I'd asked," "Always one for formality," Dean smirked, "where is he, then?" "B6," she pointed to the guard in front of the door who gave him a sharp nod.

The kind of tension born from months of relentless training. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, big man. Yeah, your muscles show you’re a fighter, but your demeanor doesn’t.” I stare at him, trying to understand where he’s coming from. “Get the hell out!” he roars to the prisoners expecting a second drama. The prisoners scatter, leaving just the two of us… and a few of his men. “I said leave!” he barks again, and the remaining ones disappear from the bathroom. “This prison is home to murderers, rapists, and violent offenders of every kind. Blackridge is a fire meant to purge them of their iniquities… or burn them in it.”

Tritan's brows furrow in concern as he seeks clarification. Tritan addresses the prison official, his signs clear and deliberate. "Excuse me, sir. We've come to meet Joe and Bryan, but we were not aware of this restriction. Can you please explain the reason behind it?" The prison official, a stern and authoritative figure, responds with equal clarity, his signs accompanied by a firm expression. "According to the prison regulations, legal representation is necessary for any document signing within the prison premises. It ensures the prisoners' rights are protected, and the process remains fair and impartial."

That’s what Stewart had told me in our meeting before I left. I knew that this prison would be even more dangerous than the previous jail. I intended on just keeping my head down and not drawing any attention to myself. Stewart was already working on putting together a plea bargain that would reduce my original sentence. With any luck, it would be accepted and I’d be out in six months on parole. The van approached the building. It was much larger than the previous jail, with a high fence and barbed wire at the top. The van was buzzed in through several different doors before it finally stopped at the front.

[I need a map of the prison,] he texted. Soon, Gloom sent the complete map of the prison where Blake was detained. James carefully studied the map sent by him. The prison was built underground, with only one entrance guarded by fully-armed Red Flame army soldiers. James thought about it for a while and opened up the map on his phone to check the prison's layout. The prison was located in the suburbs. It was close to the Red Flame army’s base. The place was a military area, and no residents stayed nearby. Once news of a prison break got out, the Red Flame army would quickly dispatch soldiers to support. They had no choice but to quietly break Blake out of prison and prevent suspicion so that

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

“Tell are you one of my father’s dogs? Is he there behind those glasses?” “I pity you. You know that?” “I would never give you anything.” His voice settled down. “You’ll never break me.” I opened the zipper on the leather, “then this one would be handy.” I took out the contents of the prison boss gift. There were a variety of scissors, pliers, and scalpels inside. “Shall we give it a try?” I stood holding a small blade in one hand and a ball gag on the other. “What do you think?”