Prisoner Novelas e Histórias

Victor was back in prison. Maximum security. The kind of prison where the walls were concrete and the windows were slits and the doors never opened. No visitors. No phone calls. No mail. A concrete box with a bed and a toilet and nothing else. The kind of place where men went to be forgotten.

Dante didn't say anything to Cain, but kept watching him mess with his food while the other two laughed. "Is this the benefit of being a prison boss? Looks like I'll be taking that title from you, boy," Cain mocked, licking the sauce from his hand, dumping the messy plate back on the table. His repulsive act was seen by other inmates and fellow cops. But no one wanted to get involved. Even Meera got irritated by this and came up to me, grabbing my arm to get me to act. "Why aren't you doing anything? Stop that lunatic!" She said, looking back at Cain then at me.

"We both know this is about control." He looked away first. "Your husband loves you very much. Everything he does is to protect you." "Is it protecting me to drug me unconscious and move me to a new prison in the middle of the night?" "You're not a prisoner. You're a patient. There's a difference." "What's the difference?" The question hung in the air between us, unanswered and unanswerable. Because we both knew the truth, the only difference between a patient and a prisoner was whether the cage was painted white and staffed with medical professionals.

“I'm the one who kidnapped your head maid.” “What?!” “Calm down; I wanted the truth, and I got it.” “Y-you… what truth?” “This is not the place, but…” He suddenly took me in his arms, confusing me, but when he leaned to my ear, I understood he wanted privacy. “There's a different prison where we keep dangerous criminals like terrorists or those who try to harm important figures, mayors, governors, the president…” I nodded my head as I knew what he was trying to say.

She needed him by her side. Bruno spoke with Sondra's parents, believing they had the right to know what was happening with their daughter. "Thank you for informing us. I knew Sondra would end up in trouble sooner or later. We will travel there to see her case, although I don't think there's much we can do. It's clear that she's involved," Bruno said. Emma listened in silence, tears streaming down her face. After all, Sondra was her daughter. Meanwhile, in a prison in Milan, the redhead couldn't believe her luck. She was confined in that prison where the majority of inmates were there due to drug-related issues.

It is something that I am immensely proud of. I arrive at the underground bunker that is our dungeon. I use the handprint scanner and numeric keypad to gain access. I walk into the guard housing area, where every cell is now monitored via CCTV cameras. We have only one prisoner at this time, the human. Because he is considered a below bottom level threat, there is only one guard on duty. He is alert and on his feet as soon as I enter. “Alpha,” he says in respect with his head bowed. “Anything from our prisoner?” I ask.

“Very easy, I want you to be in charge of some prisoner that just arrived. I don’t need him anymore and he does know so much information.” Finally, the man smiled. Oh! It was going to cost her so much. “Dirty business, ah?” “Something like that.” “Well, how is it?” “A poor stupid prisoner that arrived some days ago. He’s accused for selling drugs. He knows much about me. You know? The man is useless now for me.” “How long until the man is killed?” “I don’t know. The sooner the better.” “It’s not going to cost you cheap.” “I do know it. That’s why I’m here. Ask me anything and I’ll redecorate your room.”

She looked around for him, spinning her head in every direction but trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone. Suddenly, she felt someone's hand squeeze her butt harshly. Daisy jumped and backed away from the hand, stumbling over the pant legs that had unrolled, before turning around and seeing that it was the prisoner that stared at her as she first arrived into the prison. Sure, everybody was staring but this guy chilled her to her very core. He seemed even more frightening up close with his crooked yellow teeth, yellow-green eyes that looked like pee and the piercings on his face. His tongue came out and liked his lips, lingering on his lip piercing as

Its towering walls stood as a testament to confinement, a stark reminder of the consequences awaiting those who dared to cross the line of law. Within the confines of his cold and dimly lit cell, Colton sat in solitude. The echoes of his footsteps resonated against the barren walls, bouncing back as a haunting reminder of his current reality. His once stylish attire was now replaced by a plain, prison-issued uniform, a stark contrast to his former life of luxury.

I looked up just as he walked in to see a frustrated look on his face. "I looked into the letter," he explained. "The Post Master said that a man came in yesterday to get the letter and was apparently irate when he was told they hadn't received a letter with your insignia on it." "Who was it?" He shrugged. "None of them had ever seen him before." "Did you get the security footage?" "It was conveniently broken the night before," he said sarcastically. I was beginning to get frustrated. "Well, did you get a description?" Jace handed me a sheet of paper with physical descriptions listed on it.