Prisoner B3087 Novels & Stories

Geneticists working for Dr. Sawyer were dispatched to maximum-security prisons nationwide. The Colonel’s connections at the Department of Justice got ADX Florence in Colorado added to their list. The Supermax prison held the most violent offenders who were expelled from other prisons. San Quentin, Cooks County, and Pelican Bay were also on the list. Now, over five hundred prisoners have offered to be part of the study.

Something she remembered? The monitors beeped faster, alarms flashing red. The nurse rushed in behind Luna, calling for backup. And I stood there, helpless, as the woman I loved started slipping away into unconsciousness again. *** Somewhere else. Miles away. In a maximum-security prison. A guard whistled as he walked the corridor, holding a steaming cup in one hand and a pill tray in the other. He stopped at Cell 309. “Inmate Elane Hopper. Morning meds.”

"You're here for rehabilitation. Follow the rules, you might survive. Break them, you definitely won't." They process us one at a time. Strip search, medical examination, decontamination shower. Everything's designed to humiliate. To break you down before you even see your cell. My turn comes. Two vampire guards take me to a concrete room. Make me strip. Search every part of my body for contraband. I've got nothing. Just the clothes I wore to trial, which they take away. "Prisoner 4729," one guard says, writing on a clipboard. "Callum Brennan. Six months for murder and embezzlement. Any medical conditions we should know about?"

Cynthia stood behind them, laughing at something outside the camera. It had been taken three years ago. Just before Grandma's health had started declining. She packed it too. She switched off the lights and quietly closed the door behind her. The driver immediately stepped forward and placed her luggage inside the trunk. The journey back to Blackwood Estate was quiet. As the city lights slowly disappeared behind them, the massive estate came into view. The gates opened automatically. She checked the time. A few minutes past seven. She had made it back exactly as promised. Inside, the house was unusually quiet. Near the spacious living room was a beautifully designed bar. Damien sat alone lik

"Mr. Sutherland, this is the strategic plan for the next quarter. Kindly review them at your earliest convenience." I took the documents from her, scanned through the report, and signed my name on it. "By the way, Mr. Sutherland," Susie continued, a hint of hesitation in her voice. "We received a call from Waverton Prison earlier. They said that several inmates wanted to see you." My hand paused for a second. I asked, "Who are they?" "Remy Lincoln, Karen Beech, and Sandra Leach." I leaned back against my executive chair, the images of those three despicable faces resurfacing in my mind.

Just earlier today, I was a bride, and now I am imprisoned in a cage like a dog. A click echoes through the room, and the door swings open; my heart clenches in my chest. Damien, he was in slowly, not saying a word. His expensive black shoes echo against the gleaming marble floor. Step. Step. Step. Each step sends shivers down my spine. He hauls a chair across the room with a scraping sound and then sets it directly in front of the cage, before sitting down. He stares at me, his eyes, God, his eyes.

"We'll do this the hard way. Elena?" Elena enters with magical truth serum. Not perfect but effective enough for basic information. "This violates pack law," the prisoner protests. "Forced interrogation is illegal!" "So is terrorism," I counter. "You forfeited rights when you chose violence, Elena, proceed." The truth serum takes effect quickly. The prisoner fights it but can't resist completely. "What's your name?" Elena asks. "Connor... Blackwood," he says through gritted teeth. "Who's your immediate superior?" Elena continues.

George was now seated beside the cot, and the prisoner looked even more awake and alert. “Are you going to tell me where the hell I am?” The Prisoner asked, glaring at George. I stepped behind Conner, not wanting him to see me. “How about you just shut up and answer our questions instead?” Conner said, his eyes narrowed. “What is your name?” “I’m not telling you anything until I know where I am!” “The military barracks. You’ve trespassed onto Eboncrest territory, and now you’re going to answer to us. What is your name?”

“Yup, he's in the third truck from the front.” “So, given that the Beta is willing to speak with us, we shall discuss matters with him before releasing the prisoners. We're not going to let the prisoners go scot-free, they need to be punished for aiding their Alpha in the takeover. Maybe they were following orders, maybe they weren’t. Have you communicated with the prisoners before? Were they all completely in favor of their Alpha's plan, or were they reluctant to come? The ones I met were more than eager.”

He funneled the medication back in and slid it into the box beside seven other identical bottles. The following evening, Aiden came home late again. He’d been anchored to work filling in reports after receiving a call from a distraught mother who’d been informed her son was being held in Bang Kwang Central Prison on drug possession charges. ‘People never fucking learn!’ were the closing remarks Aiden longed to write in his summary. He bit his tongue.