Prisoner Novels & Stories

he screamed. That night, he was imprisoned without knowing what he had done. ... "What is your case?" a prisoner asked when his grandmother's men locked him in a cell. Skye looked at him. The prisoner is sitting on the corner of his cell. "I don't have one." Skye answered. "You look young." The prisoner said and looked at Skye. Skye held his breath when he saw his black hair and brown eyes. "So they really imprison the under aged here...?" the prisoner muttered.

The man is less older than fifty, not so big in his body, but he can't see his face, because his back is turned to him. Dear new cellmate, Mahone utters silently, then drops himself on the single bed. Who knows what kind of criminal you are. A psychopath? Child abuser? Sex defender? A murderer? Or maybe, if God helps, a drug dealer? He sighs and puts an arm below of his head, shutting his eyes. "Why aren't you in juvenile prison?" a deep, gentle voice comes from the upper bed. Mahone lifts himself up, "Who are you?" He hears a chuckle in reply. "It doesn't matter who I am, does it? Fine, my name is Two G."

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

(Prisoner) “Sure, Ronny…what do you want to ask me about?…”.(Old Marlo) On old Marlo and Remi ways back to their barrack and were about to finally leave the Prison for good, they were stopped by a Prisoner that were sticking his head out at the window of their said barrack, wanting to asked a question to Old Marlo, and Marlo who is a well known figure in the prison community, per his old position and fame, also knows the guy, he is Ronny once before was a citizens of Sunders City of which Old Marlo personally know about.

* * * After speaking with the detective James returned to his cell and sat on his bed,series of thoughts on how to escape from the prison kept running through his mind. "How I wish I can just escape from this damn prison and find a way to prove my innocence".James who was lost in thought didn't know when he uttered the statement. One of the prisoners in the cell opposite James heard him and he felt so sorry for him. "There's no way you can possibly escape from here".The prisoner said. James turned around to see who uttered the statement. "This prison is filled with CCTV cameras and apart

"And after that, what should I do? Return to prison? I'm being penalised for something I didn't do. Or do you believe I am a drug dealer?" "I... I didnt mean it that way...." He fumbled. "So, what options do I have? For the rest of my life, I'll be on the run from the cops and Reiner? You want me to get into trouble with Aiden, as if being accused of cocaine possession wasn't bad enough? He'd go after me and skin me alive!" My eyes were stinging with tears. I sank on the sofa and tried to stop the sobs by covering my face with my palm.

He took the water bottle from the table and drank it till he felt satisfied. James in a joy mode that he looked through the file again and again. " We really got him now. Our first stage is complete." He said while smiling his hearts content. After relaxing tom stood up . " Sir I didn't got the detail of others but I really got one of them. You were right one of them really went in prison. We checked all prisoner details and found him." " His name is Mathew . He is 31 year old and have an old grandma as a family who is staying alone till now. After he went prison he didn't contact his grandma nor did she. "

I roll my eyes in total confusion, “What the fuck does that even mean?” “He’s the Prison’s therapist. He runs a whore house and is also a lone shark. Somehow, he believes people aren’t depressed; some just need to fuck, while others need money. I hear he forces ladies and men to work in his whorehouse, specifically those who cannot afford to pay back on due time.” “Isn’t that a crime?” I ask, the expression on my face twisting into a frown. “They are in prison precisely because they committed a crime. After the king and queen, he’s the third most powerful in this prison. But… he wouldn’t concern himself with you unless you owe him.”

The police arrested me soon after. Zoey kicked me hard, sending me crashing to the ground. "Ronald inhaled smoke and he's still being treated in the hospital! How could you be this vicious? You were trying to burn him alive! "Just wait. This time, I absolutely won't let you off." The day I was sentenced, Zoey publicly announced her support for Ronald as the heir to the Goldman family. From that moment on, I had nothing left. For three years in prison, I slept beside the toilets. They shoved my head into toilet water and forced me to drink it. The inmates beat me, humiliated me, treated me worse than an animal.

That made no sense to me at all, especially when I was still in the basement of the man who had brutally killed my family. Five days left, five more days left before my freedom would supposedly be granted, and until now nothing had happened. I thought I would be trapped in the basement forever. I had been counting every single day, and according to Giovanni, it was going to happen today. And now I'm beginning to doubt him because I don't think this will go as planned. Suddenly, the door opened without delay. I slowly stood up. Primo came inside. “Follow me.” No questions were asked; I just did as I was told.