The Inmate Novels & Stories

The verdict come out and they were sentenced 10 years in prison. The first week of her arrival, she was frequently beaten into a pulp by her fellow cellmates and she couldn't even fight back because she was having difficulty in moving. She suffered too much which made her think of the days that she used to be free. The days that she spent ruining someone's life just to achieve her ambitions. It never occurred to her that she will end up miserable and even experience the life in jail for crossing the lines she shouldn't have. She was now feeling the aftermath of her deeds from the past.

I know who I am that's why I said this I will live here as a normal criminal and I want each and every media to cover my pictures, take my pictures and give it to them, everyone who was present there didn't understand anything. They just nobbled their head and his best friend walked out from there, in a way Bennett said to himself what he is doing? What is going on in his mind? On the other hand, Inanna sits in her bed and watches the television. Her boss's news is there. She smiles and says the womanizer man deserves this only. On the other hand Adrian sitting in a prison and thinking something very deeply, he said to himself you have to pay for this

(CAMERON’S POINT OF VIEW) Have you ever been abandoned, left to rot away in a cell, and it wasn't just any cell? A mental unit. They labeled me as crazy and a psychopath who should be kept in a mental institution, but they had no idea how much these walls were closing in on me, and the longer I was inside, the closer they grew. Every moment spent here was like a hand wrapped around my neck, cutting off my air supply. I felt suffocated.

The man is less older than fifty, not so big in his body, but he can't see his face, because his back is turned to him Dear new cellmate, Mahone utters silently, then drops himself on the single bed. Who knows what kind of criminal you are. A psychopath? Child abuser? Sex defender? A murderer? Or maybe, if God helps, a drug dealer? He sighs and puts an arm below of his head, shutting his eyes "Why aren't you in juvenile prison?" a deep, gentle voice comes from the upper bed Mahone lifts himself up, "Who are you? He hears a chuckle in reply. "It doesn't matter who I am, does it? Fine, my name is Two G.

I think she is hiding something—that thing that she will be afraid to tell someone," the inmate says. "Hmmm, is that so?" That is also what I am thinking of, but whatever it is, it would be useless," the boss said. I would always notice that the inmate looks so interested in knowing what I could be hiding, but I doubt if she knows that. "No, there is something special with her, boss," the inmate said to the boss. The boss looked at the inmate and glanced at me at the same time. She was curious about her comment at this moment. The boss gave

he warned, his voice low as he stepped even closer, making my chest tighten. “I know that. Why were you calling me?” I asked, finally meeting his gaze, though my breath was still uneven. “There’s a new inmate,” he replied, turning and walking away, his tone calmer now. “Really? We got another troublemaker?” I scoffed, a faint smirk forming as I followed him, my curiosity creeping in despite myself. “Who is he? Another shoplifter? A petty thief? Or some small-time criminal?” “In for murder. A mass murderer, to be exact,” he answered flatly.

"Think you are better than us, huh? You aren't special in here, your highness. You are a criminal just like the rest of us. You bleed like we bleed." I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to crash out. I kept my silence, forcing myself to focus on the dirt on the ceiling. The first inmate, not willing to let it go, pressed on. "So, what did you do to get in here, pretty boy? Murder someone? You run illegal fights? Underground stuff? You look like you have seen and tasted blood." A particularly hot-headed inmate, a big brute with a buzz cut and a full arm tattoo, pushed himself up from the bench. The only one in the entire fucking cell swaggered towards me. "Hey! We are talking to you, fancy

Mary watched the security guard walk off and turned to her. “Who the hell are you?” The inmate asked, rubbing her wrist and frowning. She kept staring intently at Mary and secretly prayed she was not getting yet another sue thrown her way for a crime she had committed while trying to take Lydia down. “Hi Jennifer Biltsy or would you like to be referred to as Jenny or inmate?” Mary asked and the iinmate looked at her with annoyance.

Being a newcomer and someone who came from a rich background, the other inmates are making fun of her. "Look at this fresh meat. She looks like a model. Are you a high-end prostitute or something? One of the older inmates inquired while looking at her maliciously. Alison sneered, "I'm not a prostitute and my fiancé is about to get me out of here." She cried out while inching away from the other inmates. In her eyes, they are nothing more than a pile of human garbage, a waste of space in this world. Soon another detainee marched to her, "What are you in for, princess?" She asked. This particular inmate had an air of authority surrounding her and Alison knew this inmate was the leader, but she

After all, everyone knows what happens to abusers in prison. Then I was here, in this stinking, ugly, foul place, locked in a cage like I was some animal, isolated from everything, from everyone. They said I would be here for a few days. They call it adaptation, but I couldn't believe anyone could adapt to this, that anyone could adapt to bars, restricted freedom, this slop they gave me to eat. No, adapting was impossible.