The Inmate Book Novels & Stories

The corridors were filled with other inmates being marched to different areas, some crying, some moaning, many already being fucked against the walls as “punishment.” The Mess Hall was a large open room with long tables. Inmates ate while guards patrolled, occasionally pulling someone under the table to suck cock while they continued their meal. I was pushed into line. A beautiful red-haired inmate with a similar harness whispered to me as we waited for our trays. “You’re the new one, right? 069?” she asked quietly. “I’m 247. Listen… don’t trust the Wardens. There’s a resistance forming in Block C. We’re trying to…”

Chapter 147 Emma. I limp slowly towards my cell. Prison is hell, that’s for sure. My job is to prove the innocent and send criminals to prison. I never thought that I would one day end up here. I haven’t had a good night's sleep since I arrived here about two weeks ago. It’s like the moment I walked into the cell, I was an enemy to all the inmates. For some reason, they hated me, and they proved just how much they did.

As much as she tried to ignore, she couldn't help but move towards the restroom she assumed they would be in. She pulled the door open forcefully to see three inmates who had a shocked expression on their faces. She could tell they were obviously scared thinking it was a warden. Seeing it was a fellow inmate, they hissed loudly and waved their hands at her. "Fuçk off. Can't you see we're busy?" A chubby lady with a tattoo on her upper right arm said. She looks like a lady in her late sixties. Althea was not the kind to bug into peoples matters but this was a different case. It's against the State precinct for inmates to smoke or involve themselves in drugs.

Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words:

CASSANDRA Waking up in prison is never sweet. The pale light barely filters through the small high window, but the morning noises hit me like blows: slamming doors, creaking chains, the screams of the guards and the mocking laughter of the inmates. Each sound is a sonic slap, a declaration: you no longer exist here, Cassandra. I try to sit up, but a hand violently pushes me aside, causing me to lose my balance. — Hey! hisses a high-pitched voice, that of the smallest inmate I had encountered the day before.

I belonged to him. And now? Now I was nothing. Worse than nothing. Just another warm body in an overcrowded, reeking prison. A number. A lost cause. Not even treated like a person—more like a chew toy tossed into a den of starving dogs. I wasn't just another inmate. I’d become a bitch. Their bitch. Skull's bitch. Voss did this.

One hour of recreation in a small, fenced yard by himself. The first three days were the worst. The silence was oppressive. His thoughts became his only company, and they weren't good company. He thought about Roman, about Thomas Crest still out there, planning God knew what. He thought about Ava and Ethan, about the family he'd tried to destroy. He thought about all the choices that had led him here. On the fourth day, a guard brought him a package. "Arrived for you this morning. Already been inspected." It was from Roman. Inside were books—real books, not prison library books. Novels, biographies, even a philosophy text. And a letter:

Drunk on his flattery, Tawnie lost all clarity and completely forgot her duties as a doctor. In the end, she harmed both others and herself. Matthew was ultimately sentenced to ten years in prison. Having no valid medical license, he had no qualification to perform surgeries. His practice was illegal. I had never looked down on him, only merely stating facts. Tawnie was sentenced to three years in prison. Our marriage came to an end. After everything had finally settled, Tawnie asked to see me. I hadn’t initially agreed, but she insisted it concerned Bethany. Only then did I agree to see her one last time.

The first inmate spread my legs open as he traced the tip of his tongue over my pussy. “Fuck…” my breath hitched as my back arched. The 2nd inmate stroked his cock and thrust it into my mouth. He held my face down and drove his cock in and out of my mouth. I mumbled as the tip of his cock hit the back of my walls. The third inmate lowered himself and took my breast in his mouth, sucking my already swollen nipples. “Mm… fuck!” I moaned as they all filled me up. The lips of the first inmate pressed against my clit as he sucked my juice. He then pushed his tongue into my pussy licking my walls.

She was handling the railing of the bed cart while she was saying to Cindy "I'm with you baby, no worries." Cindy was safely transferred, Stella took her phone and she continued what she's reading, the text message of Han, "You can hate me, swear me. I know it's a swallow reason but it tortured me so much. I'm a jerk, don't ever let yourself love like me," "The night that my friend called you, It is not true that I'm in his place. Someone dragged me into the hotel but I don't know anything. What we've done is wrong. What you are imagined was true,"