Prisoner B3087 Novels & Stories

Just this thought alone brings me a headache. “Start transferring the prisoners that are facing the smallest of minor charges to their respectful prisons as well as those who are to be relocated to the outer Provinces.” Tucking the sheets of paper he gave me into a file folder, I place it into a drawer of my desk before taking out another one. This one labelled Lady Pricilla’s Prison for Troubled Women. A few days ago I had sent Alice dressed as a wealthy Lady looking to sponsor the prison with Alec and Adam, the latter happy to be on a recon mission while Ellisia had a few days off, to learn information of the prison. I also sent two of the Shadow Guards with her knowing this would be the o

Tresh’s compliment did not do much to lift her self esteem either, these days she felt that he was just being polite when complimenting her. At Lilly town state department, Detectives Lucas More and Peter were working as fast as they could to compile a list of potential targets of Billy, the serial killer and psychopath prisoner who was convicted to life in prison for his crimes. Billy had escaped custody that morning after overcoming the prison guard and taking his weapon. In just an hour after his escape, Billy had broken into the judge’s home that convicted him, shot him on the head, killing him instantly. Now out in the wind, the Detectives had to find him before he killed more people.

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."

Epilogue Elsie's POV Six months later. I got a call from the prison, concerning Trixson's plea to have me visit her. I should have said no. However, I needed to hear what she wanted to say. Trixson had been sentenced with a double life sentence for the murders she had been involved in. Boris had been given ten years for being an accomplice in Henry's homicide. Trixson had Boris sneak into the rehab disguised as an operating nurse and provided him the drugs Henry overdosed on.

asked Ferisha with bated breath because she was afraid if her guess was right. The man on the other end said, "You mean the prisoner over there?" "Yes. Was there a problem or maybe someone just came out or ran away?" Aryan was the only one who started to understand why he had contacted the northern prison. Because he wass a lawyer he could immediately guess if what Valentino's wife means wass Bara and Stefan who are imprisoned in that part. "Yes, boss. There are several prisoners who have been released on substantial bail." Ferisha closed her eyes and this made Valentino and Misky even more curious but not with Aryan who seemed to have guessed and was sure about what would happen next.

no, he looked like those triplets that brought out laughter and gray hair in her. “Excuse me?” “You asked about my wrists; the metal of the shackles sometimes digs in too deep and causes bruises and cuts.” Chrystal held her breath as she listened to him; she was not prepared to hear something like that. She had thought the boy had tried to slit his wrists, but shackles? Was he in prison? Or was he treated as a slave? Kidnapped? Yes, maybe he had been kidnapped and had managed to escape. Oliver, for his part, didn't know what else to do; she looked dismayed, but that was the truth. He was afraid she would rat him out and turn him into Craig. Chrystal got up and collected the dishes, then retu

"The governors losing his patience with you. If you value that girl at all, you stay out of tr- " "Officers needed in block D, left corridor. Girl injured. Restraining the prisoner." For the first time, fear spiked his chest and the unfamiliar feeling only added to his nervousness. "W-what?" Seth said quietly, though when the prison officer started walking away, his fear immediately channelled into annoyance at the lack of information he was being given. "Hey! Where are you going? Is it Daisy? Is she ok?" He tried not the let the panic show through his voice.

Soon the prisoner bus entered Switzerland's largest international detention center, which was located far from the city. "Get off!" shouted one of the policemen. Tristan got off the bus, and he saw that on his left and right sides there was an iron fence with wire inside the fence. Many inmates were looking at him. Tristan could only sigh and walk, following the warden, who welcomed his arrival. Tristan was directed to the cell he would be placed in after changing into prisoner clothing with the number printed on his clothes. Because Tristan is known to be dangerous and a psychopath who has killed many girls.

Even the jailer who opened it wore a glove and used a wooden long stick to open the door. This was the place I would be living the rest of my life?! One after another, we filed in slowly after the jailer at the door took our mug shots and gave us a serial number. “PR276” — the jailer took my mug shot and gave me the serial number. 276 meant my very number on the queue of the prisoners that were brought into the prison as of the day. While I was in the building, there was another jailer who was ready to take us to our cells. We all queued behind him. None of us acted funny.