Novel & Cerita Prison Sissy

Peters smirked and took his hand away. “Not that it’s any of your business.” Chase narrowed his eyes at the man. “You know, Peters, you’re exactly what is wrong with the prison system in this state.” “Oh yeah?” Peters stepped closer to Chase, arms out to his sides and his chin jutting out in a threatening manner.

“I told you, we just hooked up! It’s a one-time thing!” “Yeah? But you guys also go on dinner dates often?” “Ugh. Stop it~” Not an hour later, the topic already shifted to her. Izzy asked her experiences while in prison, her difficulties to fit in- which wasn’t really much because the ladies had her back. The ladies were tough, a bit too outspoken, and as unladylike manners, but they’re genuine and pure.

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Miller, sir,” my cellmate said. “If I could just get by you here…” “No problem, Mike,” I said. Prison was a terrible place to be, but for a made man of my rank the situation wasn’t quite so bad. Mike edged past my legs, head down. He was a cleaner for the R-27 mob, in prison for multiple murders. Five that they knew about. Nice guy. Professional. I hoped he’d be able to relax around me soon. We could play chess. We’d need some way to pass the time, although he’d probably get out before I did.

"Back then, 10 thousand felt like an insurmountable chasm. Now it seems it was the ticket that allowed me to be reborn." "Cameron was sentenced," James said as he handed me a document. "15 years behind bars. He behaved very badly—word was that he went insane, shouting every day that he was the CEO and ordering people to grind coffee for him." I took the verdict, didn't even glance at it, and threw it straight into the bin. "People who are irrelevant don't need to be mentioned." "I want to build a hospital," I said as I looked into the distance. "One where poor people can afford treatment and don't have to beg others just to pay for a stent."

Sydney had a playful smile, but her words were cold. Kate froze. "You..." "What? I'm serious. I'm even thinking that it's boring to always send you to a detention center. If possible, I'd rather send you to prison instead. I heard that the women in prison are abnormal. They never see men, so they'll..." "Stop it, you devil!" Kate covered her ears and shouted in horror. She naturally knew what Sydney wanted to say. During her days in the detention center, her cellmates often told her about how terrible prison was, and how abnormal the prisoners were.

It had taken me a few days of her walking around with the cat that ate the canary smile on her face to realize she'd played me but I let her have that one. Samuels the fuck was in a prison infirmary in one of the worst prisons in the country. I'd pulled some strings to get that done but I didn't want him doing his time in some cushy hole somewhere fuck that. For trying to fuck with my wife his ass was now mine for the rest of his miserable life. Some days Supe swears he should've just let me kill the fuck, especially after I'd found a way to have it leaked in his new home that he was an ex cop, oops. He'd been stripped of everything by the time I was done. Now he was a non-talking cripple in

"Is that woman a baddie?" Yanny asked. "Also, why did she say that Mommy and Auntie used to be in prison?" Clara was suddenly clueless about how to explain what had happened to her son. Serenity knelt down and tousled the boy's hair before telling him, "Not everyone who went to prison is a bad person, Yanny. You see, your mommy and I have been in prison before, but it was only because other people framed us, and in the end, the law is just, and they caught the real baddie."

"Even if there wasn't enough room to contain all the criminals, couldn't they have gotten a better space for me to stay in?" "Why am I stuck with these bullies? How long can I survive here? And if it's so bad in police custody, how would my time in the main prison be? Oh God, I'm scared," Dustin lamented. "I asked you a question!" his inmate, called Festus, snapped. "Err...I'm here for poisoning someone, but I swear that I didn't do it." "Keep quiet," Festus shunned him, a smirk playing on his lips. "That's what all of us say but we know we're guilty. The guilty ones are always men with handsome faces like yours."

A group of guys had busted out a deck of cards in one corner and appeared to be playing poker. “This place is nuts,” Yrah whispered to her companion. Ysiah chuckled softly. “Are you kidding? These are the angels, the model prisoners. Wait till we get to the underground cells. Pow.” He made an exploding gesture next to his head. “Maybe that’s not such a good joke,” Yrah replied nervously. “What crimes against humanity should I expect to see down there?” He reached out and ruffled the top of her head, messing up her ponytail, like a big brother would do to a little sister. “And ruin the surprise? What’s the fun in that?”

She reluctantly walks over to one of the steel tables and throws the tray on it, then takes a seat alone all by herself while the other inmates are in pairs. "Who's the new girl," an inmate, Jessie watches her from a table of three. "Some rich daddy's girl who apparently got her hands dirty," her friend, Jena responds. "Rich people," their other friend, Isabella thuds the food with her spoon. "This people are societies biggest problem." "Girls like her?" Jena questions. "Yes, Jena," Isabella responds. "Rich people." She slowly stands up from her seat with eyes fixed on Sophia. "What're you doing?" Jessie questions her.