Prisoner Novels & Stories

there was no way that. "Prisoner #4 is an interesting one. A female from the United States, 24 years old. Not much work experience ... mostly college, it would appear. Life sentence for cocaine trafficking. Past history of drug use and drinking, but her health is still good. Do I hear 500 Florins?" Several hands went up. "600 Florins?"

They might not get another chance like this anytime soon. So Jules huddled in the cupboard near the basement, waiting for Liam to do his part. He didn’t have to wait long. Soon enough, there were Liam’s panicked shouts and then the sounds of people in heavy boots running past the cupboard. Then everything went quiet. His heart pounding, Jules got out of the cupboard and quickly headed to the basement. He had no idea how much time he had: probably ten minutes, if he was lucky. It should be enough. It had to be. Hopefully the guards wouldn’t think to check on their prisoner—they rarely seemed to—so Jules hoped they wouldn’t find out that the Xeus was missing unt

Wednesday. Unknown, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. PRISCILLA YILMAZ HOOKED HER fingers in the chain link that made up the three sides of her cell and stared at the bastard taunting the American family opposite her with a bottle of water. The mother cradled her child, who wailed and stretched out his little arm toward the liquid. If Priscilla could just get out of this cage, she'd rip that man's arms off and beat him with his own dick. No, scratch that, it was probably too small. She'd-

Primo, out of control, shouted between his sobs as tears began to flow. "It wasn't easy for me, being molested and a victim of cat calling. I'm a man and I have dignity." he mumbled, his own sobs making it hard for him to talk. Allen stood up from his chair, with heavy steps, he approach Primo who had his head down again. Primo yelp when he felt his body lifted on the ground and he was pushed on the shiny wood table. He stragguled but he was strongly held down by Allen, not enough to hurt him.

, Alex asked with scared tone , he don't feel safe around that man as he gives inappropriate vibes . Four prisoners were behind that jailor came forwards . A prisoner grabbed the jaw of Alex and forced him to look at him forcefully . " Let's have some fun ! It's been a long time didn't have fun for so long . " " What do you want ? " , Alex yelled . " Soon you will knew about it . " , another prison held the both hands of Alex . " Leave me ! " , Alex yelled . " Oooo ! we like the wild one . Looks like we will have great fun . " , a prisoner forced Alex tp kneel on his knees .

All she has been is a man. The window opposite mine, a man places a woman there, fucks her for a minute or less and lets her alone then he moves his lean body away from the window. I have seen that woman at her window several times when she is fully clothed. She looks out just like me. Maybe she's a captive like me.

“You don’t have to make it a big deal. I heard your name back then. Who are you talking about?” “Oh, the guy that is with Alpha King. I heard that he’s a civilian,” I furrowed my eyebrows. “Civilian?” She nodded. “Yeah. He’s an outsider. And he’s seen roaming around here in the Greenwoods. So the guards held him captive and brought him to the Alpha King,” Oh, what a shame! I'm the daughter, but I didn’t know that! “I must know his name. He looks so handsome. He has dreamy gray pair of eyes, and his forget-me-not look!”

"He fingered one of the prisoners that escaped out of prison a couple of days ago!" "Well, who is it?" "The prisoner that he identified is known as Garrison O'Grady!"

He cried and cried until I could not distinguish his cries from his screams of pain— it was all guttural like an animal that was helpless and dying. I took his fists and wrapped them inside my hands. He rested his face on my shoulder as the stream of tears continued to roll down his eyes. The people inside the prison wagon started to notice what was happening and their eyes were glued in our direction. Sophie, on the other hand, remained deep asleep.

I asked her. "Her name's Kitty," a guard said as he hit me with a baton on the back of my knees which caused me to fall and I cried out, "you stick to that, prisoner!" He spat out on my face and I grit my teeth, suffering from the harsh painful blow. "It's Prisoner VII," I said through loud breaths and gritted teeth, "it's Prisoner VII to you." ~~~