Prisoner Of The Golden Headband Novels & Stories

The brown-haired prisoner jerked violently in his seat, eyes wide with panic, but the restraints held him tight. The women and the children were crying, clutching one another in terror. One woman screamed when she spotted Emos. “Emos!” she wailed, trying to run to him, but the chain held her back. They shared the same dark eyes, dark hair, and olive skin. Family, undoubtedly. Except for one: a young woman holding a child with golden curls—too different to be hers. I looked at the baby. Then at the brown-haired prisoner. He looked nothing like that little baby, the kid looked so much like the mother, chubby with blonde hair. Is she his wife?

He unlocked Helen’s cage next. She didn’t fight when he stepped inside. Just shrank smaller, shaking. He fastened the collar around her neck. Tight enough to remind her it was there, loose enough she could breathe. Then he did the same to Ross, who still knelt over the empty tray, face buried in her hands. Next came the markers. Thick black permanent ones. He knelt in front of Ross first. Across her forehead, in careful block letters: GOLD DIGGER On her left cheek: CRIMINAL

"It's Coswell. My mother gave me the card you left with your number. I'm in trouble. Sergio has tracked me down." "Where are you?" "I'm in Harlem." "I'll come right away." "I'm at the corner of Frederick Douglas Boulevard and 145th Street. Call me when you arrive. Two men are following me." "Okay, we're on our way there." "What's happening, Mom?" Gio asked. "It was Coswell." "Who?" "The nurse who helped me escape. Sergio has found him, and he's being followed. I'm going there. He can testify against Sergio." "Let's go. We'll have some bodyguards with us. We can't trust anyone; it could be dangerous," Gio said, knowing they couldn't let their guard down.

He whispered. I held on to his jacket and sobbed silently. He really was back In my arms. "So marry me please, not him." He whispered. I pulled back and nodded with a smile. "Hey priest, let's proceed before the cops get here and arrest me." He told to the priest. "Cops?" I asked. "Well yes, my best friend Cian has hit the bridegroom and restrained him badly. Your bestfriend who thinks she a super lady has called in the cops on us." He answered.

He acts like someone under a spell. “Who have you come to see, my lady?” The guard in charge of the prisoners asked me. “The silver head mervhabts that were arrested some days ago,” I said. A frown crossed his face. “My lady, I do not think you will be able to see them now.” “You are Brad Peterson right?” I stared at his badge. “If you don’t want to be accused of standing in the way of justice, you will grant me access to them right now!”

The light dims down as Goldie hunches over to take a hold of his now bleeding nose. He whimpers, although he tries his best to stifle his own voice. Leonardo looks down on him, wondering if this was the same person that Ines deemed as ‘crazy’. He notices something that was wrapped around the glowing man’s neck. He leans down to inspect it further and comes to recognize the contraption. A shock collar secured tight on Goldie’s poor neck.

The guards didn’t so much as pay me a second glance, too drunk from the festival wine, when I slipped into the barracks where the prisoners were being held. A few minutes later, I located the cage I was looking for. The rogue inside was dirty and disheveled with a wild look about him, and shot to his feet when I approached, gripping the bars. “Hey, pretty girl,” he cooed, flashing me a mouthful of rotten teeth. “Come to visit me, eh?” “Shut your pig mouth.” I reached into my bodice and withdrew the key, along with the small lock of hair I’d taken last night. I held the hair up so he could sniff it. “Is this scent familiar to you?”

Is this some kind of joke. She muttered looking at his face which had sunscreen skin, reddish lips which were showing a light black color maybe it was because of his frequent smoking. And the most deadly of his eyes was the golden blush ... He didn't look like a prisoner anywhere except the one he was wearing the uniform was a little dirty and his beard was a little bigger ... As he left the prison, three more guards came and aimed their guns at his head, fearing that he would not know what to do ... and the officer standing there stepped forward and put another chain around his hands and legs. ....

The prisoners did not lift their gaze from the ground, as if piles of gold glittered there. If in life Cao Yunding had been known as a cruel guard without mercy, then his brutality was nothing compared to the savagery of the man glaring at them now. “Head Guard, a prisoner is injured. H he kept vomiting when he was about to temper the iron,” Li Yingying answered, allowing a flicker of relief to slip into the hearts of the others. Moments earlier, every prisoner had feared for their own life. After all, they had taken part in the bullying together. If the Head Guard was in a foul mood, it was entirely possible they would all be killed on the spot.

It was to prevent prisoners from escaping The Grave Prison. "Brian, I didn't expect you to have an unexpected friend. Who sent this prisoner?" A teasing and charming voice came from inside. Austin saw a petite, golden-haired beauty, who was wrapped in a fur robe, emerge from The Grave Prison. Her face was alluring. "Alice, I'm sorry. I don't know who sent him either. But besides us, there are only prisoners in this abandoned place." Brian stepped forward to greet her. Opening his arms, he grinned mischievously.