Prison Door Scarlet Letter Novels & Stories

He was waiting for her to open the door. Scarlett picked up Miller’s silver fountain pen, her hand completely steady as she pressed the nib into the paper, signing her real name—Scarlett Voss—for the first time in a decade.

They were polite and apologized for the inconvenience and directed us towards a different exit point. It took a few minutes for the queue to shorten and only the two of us were left waiting at the door, I could see Keenan. As we approached the curtains that closed off the first exit, they were opened and I was shocked to see why the area had been closed off. Scarlett had just exited the area, part of her green dress was torn, exposing her breast. Her hair was messy and she looked like someone who was ready to kill. Her face was flushed and dark red.

Scarlett. I bet he has a hundred concubines chasing after him ,each more beautiful than the last. And there I was … sitting in despair, not knowing what I'll be of . This was not the first time, nor will it be the last I'll see panties in his suitcase. Each time my eyes beheld them, it feels as though my heart will crumble into pieces. I'd always feel this cold thing run through my spine. Who was that? I jolted out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.

he murmured. “Cut it out. There’s nothing so ‘chessy’ about the mafia. It’s just a usual game,” she replied with a faint smirk. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Scarlet took a deep breath before stepping into the room to face Cassius. Her chest rose and fell steadily, as if steeling herself for war like a soldier preparing to confront a former predator. She hesitated at the doorway, her eyes scanning the dim hallway before crossing the threshold into a secluded place.

“ But Harvey never wanted a child with her but he got two babies with another women , did he hate her that much , so he never loved her enough to make her the mother of his kids “ The thought of it alone gave her anxiety , she felt extremely pained . When Scarlet felt a hand touch her, it brought her out of her thoughts and it was no other than Kira. “Young mistress , we are here, you have to be strong, “ she reminded her. Scarlet didn’t reply but just looked at the place ahead of her , it was a church and on the entrance was boldly written “ the Pentecostal church of Christ “

Scarlet felt herself being pushed and prodded down the dark stone corridor of the prison, as they descended lower and lower into the earth. Her hands were clasped tightly behind her back with silver shackles, while Ruth was led beside her, a muzzle over her mouth. Scarlet was terrified as they went, hearing the distant shouts of prisoners, getting ever closer. They sounded like vicious people, and she felt as if she were being led into the depths of hell, towards an insane asylum.

He got up and opened the door, and when the breeze blew, and someone fell backwards and fell at his feet. "Oof!" Scarlet shrank into a ball and slowly got up. "What are you doing at the door?" Jared checked out at her with a frigid face and hands. Scarlet scoured her sore butt. "I......." "Scarlet, The breeze is so strong, for what reason are you staying at the door. Have you neglected you're two month plus pregnant? Take a gander at your face, you've been sitting at the door for quite a while? Why don’t you come inside first."

"Let her be miserable. She tried to destroy our lives and she failed. I hope every day in there is worse than the last." Last week Scarlet had received a letter that actually made her pause instead of immediately discarding it—a handwritten note from Savannah postmarked from a city three hours away where she'd apparently relocated after completing rehab.

Elder Quinn's voice travelled from his spot outside to her ears. Scarlett pulled herself from the past, as she walked deeper into the house. She tried to remember the last place she'd seen the book in question, but the answer eluded her. Her feet led her to Elder Quinn's room, and she pulled the handle once. At that moment, a scream tore through the air. It sounded exactly like the Elder's. She pulled the door back shut, and made a run to the outdoors. There she saw a strange woman dressed in red, with cowries all over her hands and feet blocking the windpipe of the Elder without touching him.

That just inflated my ego, and I wondered how many more I could get to do that before we leave back to Nightshade tomorrow. “Stand up,” I commanded each of the eight. They stood slowly, and they looked like their lives were ending. I was not actually going to cut off their dicks. They still had to go to trial. However, knowing Denver, he might just make that their punishment. Death by dick removal. Perhaps we could start a trend on how to punish rapists. “Do you eight know what the Scarlet Letter symbolizes?” I asked. They all nodded slowly and flinched when I stepped towards them. More ego inflation. My day was looking up.