Romans & histoires Puri Puri Prisoner

The rain poured heavily that night. In an old warehouse on the outskirts of the city, the sound of footsteps echoed softly on the wet concrete floor. Inside, several broad-shouldered men stood waiting, dressed in all black with low hats concealing their faces. One of them raised a phone, initiating a video call. Shopia Joy’s face appeared behind prison bars, still holding her arrogant expression despite now wearing an inmate uniform. “Are you ready?” she asked coldly. “Ready, Madam Joy,” the man replied.

Prisha walked over to her bed and grabbed a large washcloth The toilets in our prison were these sort of weird toilet/sink contraptions. I know, totally gross. But I didn't have a choice. As Prisha walked over and stood next to me, she turned on the water in the sink. She had a cup to fill with water. While she was waiting for the water to warm she asked me, "What exactly happened." And so I was off. I told her about everything that happened. First I told her about Penny, the asshole licking, and the pissing. But then I couldn't stop. I told her everything about the guard on the first day too, all of the gory details. I told it slowly, methodically, trying to get it all out of me.

The prisoner breathed in the vapors and responded with a cough before slowly opening his eyes. "Who are you? Why did they bring you here?" asked the woman who until a while ago was Mira. Her voice was soft as she looked at the prisoner with concern. She saw that the prisoner was about to speak and she leaned her ear closer to hear him. The prisoner looked at her languidly and said in a weak voice, "El...Dion… Please… Let me go home…" After which, the prisoner closed his eyes and once again lost consciousness.

Different first name. My pulse stutters. 'Department of Prisons. Turkey. 1997. Subject Name: Kane Olympus Year of admittance into prison: 1992 Status: Prisoner. Found guilty of involvement in notorious gang, Guccini’s Gang. Punishment: Life imprisonment...' I scroll lower. My breathing sharpens. 'Crimes: Rape, money laundering, racketeering, forgery, human trafficking...' The list keeps going. And going. And going. Then my eyes snag on the final line.

he had called out just as they took off, but why were they taking too long "Helen. If you tell me the truth it will help me get you off the hook. You will go free but if you don't, you will fall together with the culprit." The thought of finding herself in the Chikurubi maximum prison had her choking on her own spit. The nation already was going through the most intense economic situation probably in the world and the idea of being in that hunger infested place and lacking ordinary sanitary pads had her thinking twice. She had read it on the newspaper and on online articles. The prisons situation was just pathetic and from the images others lacked shoes and were wrapped in torn prison unifor

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

The money was transferred to Dave's account and he wanted to use it for some importation business and he only sent $20,000 to her account which she has already used part of the money with her friends. "Where is Purity?" Rita spoke for the first time since she arrived. "Mom I don't know," "It was nice having all of you over here and as you leave she will be staying behind," the old man pointed at Sandy and she felt a cold sweat run down her spine. "Robert," the old man called and one of the guards rushed over. "Take her to the cell and she won't leave till she says where Purity is," Begining of her doom, the cell was dark full of rats and cockroaches, the old man rarely takes somebody there u

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ A lazy goat in a white gown walks in to change my IV drip to a new one and walks out. I could have just said a doctor. But, yeah, that’s fine. These particular ones in prison, they are annoying creatures, and they are getting on my last nerveeees. Factually, everything in this prison is pissing me the extreme, premium fuck off!

Third person pov: The Council’s high-security prison was a cold, underground fortress made of white stone and reinforced steel. There were no windows, no clocks, and no sounds except for the hum of the air vents. In the center of the most secure cell sat Silas. He wasn't wearing his expensive silk suits anymore. He was in a plain gray jumpsuit, his hands and feet shackled to the floor. But even in chains, he didn't look like a prisoner. He sat with his back straight, a calm, bored expression on his face.

I picked the jug of water and splashed it on his face and he came to his consciousness. "Sir I am ready to tell you the truth please don't kill me" he begged to cry in front of me. "Cut the crap and tell me the truth. Who sent you to kill me?" I shouted and asked him angrily. "Samar, Samar Choudhary sent me to kill you. He gave me a huge amount to do all this" finally he spilled the truth. "Samar" I was surprised yet shocked. After doing research about him I found out that he was in prison for the last five years and the most shocking thing is he murdered a woman and he was imprisoned for 14 years.