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

she said. Abigail screamed as she was handcuffed and taken away. In this life, prison became her final destination. Calm returned to the rooftop. The fragrance of gardenias swirled around me, easing the dull ache in my head. Grace's eyes sparkled. "It's over now. Nothing like this will ever happen again." I held her tightly in my arms. The days ahead held sunshine, gentle breezes, and the one I loved. It was truly wonderful.

We all knew that this was a dangerous mission, but we also knew that Rhoda was the best person for the job and also proved herself. The journey to the prison was not long, the two guards that led her to the prison pushed her roughly into the cell and one of the guards said before pushing her, " Get inside there where traitors like you belong and you two will rot in this prison, Sandra you have a friend and you two are going to stay here for a long time." the guard said before walking out. he acted so well.

“I will be sure to make you all pay! You will pay for this!” They stopped and laughed and my words, I felt bitter by that, do they also know that I didn’t have a wolf and my words were sounding like a empty threat to them? “You will die before us.” One of them laughed. I wished I knew what I had to go to get my wolf back, I wished I knew the steps I had to take to bring it back, I would have shown these lots what I was really made for. They dragged up until we got to a small building, the door was opened and we were pulled inside, it was a prison with different cells and we were thrown into one.

What in the world was going on right now? The receptionist shook her head in disappointment and pushed my card back into my hand as she shouted on the top of her voice, "Take her away, lock her up in the dirtiest cell—Hey! Come back here!" But I did not look back. I had done this before, I was ready to do it again. I did not want to go to jail, I did not want to go to jail... No…

“The warehouse is gone.” She stared at me. I could almost see the sentence hit her and fail to make sense. “Gone? What does gone mean?” She repeated. “The building where they took you.” My voice came out flatter than I intended. “It’s been demolished.” For a second she just blinked at me like she hadn’t heard properly then she shook her head. “No.” “June…” “No.” She sat straighter, pulling her hand from mine. “No, that doesn’t make sense. How can a building be gone?”

Her words felt like shards of glass, cutting into wounds I had long tried to ignore. “Please, let me explain,” she begged, tears streaming down her face. “I didn’t know they took you. I thought you… I thought you were gone.” “And that’s supposed to make it better?” I snapped, my voice rising. “You let them make me believe I was nothing. You let them send me to prison for something I didn’t do. Where were you then?” Her sobs grew louder, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. Every step she tried to take toward me, I countered with one backward, refusing to let her close the distance.

Guess some things are simply worse than death. He left the headquarter much earlier that day, looking at his colleagues and team members only pissed him off even further because how could they let their guard down and allow that woman to escape, worse, there was also another prisoner who escaped along with her. They could no longer find his trace. It was as if he just disappeared from the face of the earth.

And so, with a heavy heart, a pitiful soul, and zero actual say in the matter—I followed them back. Like a prisoner walking herself to death row.

“YOU MONSTER! LET ME GO!!!” But no one listened. The guards dragged her out, ignoring her thrashing, her sobs, her pleas. She was shoved into the back of a police vehicle, wrists cuffed tightly, the cold metal biting into her skin.

“Alright. Let’s go.” The two women made their way through the prison corridors, every footstep echoing louder than it should have. They passed by the guards without incident, their faces impassive as they went about their duties. But Isabella couldn’t shake the feeling that something was watching her. It was as if every corner of the prison was closing in on her.