She went to prison. they went to pieces. นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I took my hands to close them. Shock blasted through me when my jailor said, “She was taken by the local police authorities. She has been sent to a foster home.” I passed out. When I opened my eyes, I was back in the prison. Why didn’t I die? I should have died. I roared and forced my wolf out. It was extremely painful but I sank my claws in the steel double doors and growled.

" Giving you something to think about because next time, I want you to fuck me senseless." " Kingston 42, it's time to leave." The warden arrived and took her away and I wish I can take her home instead, fuck.

Sorry for existing. Tears blurred her vision as she continued down the road, each step taking her further from everything she'd ever known. Freedom, she was discovering, came with a terrifying price. ‘This isn't freedom. This is just a different kind of prison.’

he said as he walked away to continue his duties. As he walked away, I held my friend, who had been feeling pain the whole time, and I had to provide support for a while. "That bitch," she said while staggering a little bit. "Please don't worry yourself too much over her; you need to get rest as soon as possible. I would not like to see you in the state. Not my friend," I said to her as I held her. We had walked down to our cell down the prison way. We reached out to our cell and slipped into it, and it was locked back. At this moment, we went to our cells to stay and rest.

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Clenching my jaws, I stare at the ground. The feeling of guilt and remorse fills my heart because it is just my fault that Sophia is not with me. "I'll tell you everything I remember," she says, her voice barely above a whisper, "They kept us in an old abandoned human prison, which they have turned into some kind of facility. Each day, there would be a new form of torture waiting for us."

Her downfall had happened publicly. Completely. Brutally. And there was no turning back anymore. "Let me go! Let me go!" She kept screaming as she was being dragged away.

Justice had prevailed, even if the scars of this ordeal would forever linger. Three days passed, and tragedy struck within the prison walls. Susan Miller, the woman who had caused so much turmoil, met a gruesome fate in her cell. She got into a heated fight with another inmate, who happened to be a drug addict. In a fit of rage, the drug addict lashed out, stabbing Susan with a makeshift weapon.

Her face fell when she saw she stood on the losing end of this argument. Defeated, she raised her hands and returned to the bedroom. She was unsure about her actions. Did she go along with them? What about her father? Did she get him out of jail? Another knock at the door interrupted everything. The police arrived.

She surprises when she saw me wrapped around the prison uniform. “I’m fucked up, you know” I chuckle as I pointing my gaze to the open green ground which closed with the iron cage. After our meeting, Cara and I walked towards the open ground and sat on the green field, there are a lot of prisoners here who running around the field or having a noon moment with their friends. “So you shot the crystal hang lamp and the crystal flakes fell and slashed that man?” Cara laughs aloud as she hides her laughter with her palm.