She went to prison. they went to pieces. Novels & Stories

This prison was their hell, and she would put them back in if it was the last thing she did! Their bodies started streaming into the ball and it was like trying to hold onto the eye of a tornado. It felt like an eternity but was actually only a few seconds. The last of them vanished into their prison and the ball thunked to the ground. She breathed hard as she stared at it until it vanished. She knew now that she would never be able to get rid of the ball, it was now hers. Maybe it always was.

The rift between the two friends had deepened into a chasm of irreconcilable differences. In the darkness of their cell, Leah and Stasia wrestled not only with each other but with the truth of their actions. They were imprisoned not just by the iron bars but by the choices they had made. Their friendship, once strong and unbreakable, now lay shattered, like a mirror reflecting the ugliness of their deeds.

When I shook my head and refused to hold it, she walked towards me and held me, trying to take me through the doors of the prison. “No! Let me go! I do not want to go with you!” I screamed, clawing at her hands and trying to hold myself back.

Not that I made her return but because a whole court heard how her mother screamed at her for not being me. "Every prison has its sentence and freedom often leaves a bitter burnt taste on the tongue when you bite into it during your confined years," She murmured back and walked to the door. Her long red hair swayed with each step, brushing the top of her ass. Too stunned by that statement, I just slipped back into my covers, trying to bury myself alive in them. Stretching my foot out, I dragged the satin back over my legs, almost disgusted by the fragile restraint they held over me. Everyone had their own prisons and own types of freedom.

She screamed, pushing the bars of the prison. She was so mad that she wasn't even thinking. How could he lock her up because of something he did? She shouldn't have helped him. "I should have left him to die. Open this door." She kept screaming, but the man didn't answer or say a word to her. They just left the dungeon and locked the door after them, leaving her alone in the dark.

Waiting to see if I'm going to be angry, or threatened, or shaken, or any of the things the men in her life have probably been about the parts of her they didn't know existed. I look at her for a long moment. At the gun in her hand. At the faint outline of the knife sheath through the fabric at her other thigh. At the woman I married approximately four hours ago who has been carrying weapons in a wedding dress to her own reception and apparently also knows exactly how to use them. The three of them we caught tonight they're players, not the architect. The name she gave me, the one behind all of it, is still out there. But tonight we've peeled back another layer and that person knows it now.

I was scared out of my wits at this time. "Let you go? You are day dreaming! Since you are here, there's no way you will be leaving here alive." She paused and added, "But before you die, let me torture you. I could only hit you on two parts in prison which I found boring." As soon as she said her piece, I was hit by a piece of hard wood in the face. I felt the pain as well as blood in my mouth. I spat out the blood as I fell to the ground in pain.

She really did not expect to be placed into the same cell as the both of them. She had just been wishing that she would not end up in the same cell as the both of them but she never expected herself to be so unfortunate. Therefore, she hurriedly yelled out of the small window on the iron gate while the prison guard was still nearby. “Comrade! Officer! Can you please switch me to another cell instead? I do not want to be in the same cell as these people!”

This wasn't what any of us had wanted. The guards were helping Gaty to her feet now, preparing to take her away. She looked back at me one last time. "I'm sorry," she mouthed. "I'm so sorry." Then she was gone, led through the door that would take her back to prison. To life behind bars. To a cell where she would spend every day for the rest of her life. I broke down completely then, sobbing into my hands. Ethan pulled me close, holding me as I cried. Beatrice's hand rubbed soothing circles on my back.

she screamed. The guards glared at her. "Throw this mad woman out" one of them instructed. So Nicole was thrown out of the prison like a sack of potatoes.