The Inmate Novels & Stories

He was currently penniless and had previously escaped an attempt at hardship. The past winter, once again being hungry and frigid, he had allowed a patrolman to capture him. Alas, this time the ploy failed: when he was brought before the umpire, he was considered too old to go to an orphanage, and he was thrown into a penitentiary instead. Prison had proved to be a disastrous price to pay for some bread and a roof over his head. The situations were even more desperate than in the orphanages. He was in a tiny, moist cell with dozens of other felons, with a few dusty chunks of straw for a pallet. His fellow inhabitants were a blend of hoboes like himself, trivial fugitives, debtors, madmen, dr

One article I read said that new inmates are the most at risk of getting harmed by older inmates unless they join a gang. Yoké must be feeling really scared right now. He doesn't know about gangs, and a prison environment he'd probably never even imagined before. What is he thinking of me right now? Does he think I've forgotten about him? I need to see him. I need to go see him and just assure him that I'm trying all that I can to get him out of that hell hole. He needs to know that I'll stop at nothing to make sure that he is out of there.

Author's p.o.v Adeel is sitting on the jail room's floor like a motionless person. He has lost all hopes in his life. His siblings have turned their face from him. His wife Haniya is mentally unstable and his child is already dead. He wanted to die but he couldn't die thinking that committing suicide is a sin. He is just breathing because he can't stop breathing until Allah stop it. But, every day he is now praying for death. A few moments ago, his trial was held and he was sentenced lifetime imprisonment for murdering Amir Al Sadd who was another business tycoon.

Some were on their knees sucking cocks, others bent over benches being fucked, and a few suspended in swings taking multiple partners at once. Kane pushed me into the center of the yard. “Fresh meat,” he announced loudly. “Inmate 069. She’s been well-trained. Break her in.” The inmates and guards turned toward me with hungry eyes. A tall, muscular inmate with tattoos covering his body stepped forward first. He grabbed me by the hair and forced me to my knees, shoving his thick cock down my throat. “Welcome to prison, bitch,” he groaned, fucking my face roughly. Another inmate moved behind me, spreading my ass and slamming into my pussy. A third pushed into my

Then, softer, “I miss us.” I clench my fists. “Stop making this about you, Mother. I’m the one trapped. I have no life. Locked inside like a prisoner. Even mice get to see the outside.” “You know this is for the best. We need to be sure you’re ready before facing the public.” “I know I’m a disgrace.” “Don’t say that!” Her hand flies to her chest, wounded. “You know that’s not true. We’re protecting you.” “By taking my life away?” A bitter laugh escapes. “I’m rotting in here.”

It only makes sense that they will come here, the inner states. In the inner states, the laws are there just to be broken. It is the center of almost all criminal acts because the cops avoid this area like a plague. There are hungry people here also who could do anything to survive. The man grabs my ass and squeezes. I feel my tampon shift and my mood also. There is a fresh anger brewing inside of me. This anger causes my hands to fold ready to vent on anyone. I look at Zuri while taking the man's hand off my butt. She has her head thrown back and her eyes closed while the man holding her uses his teeth to please her breasts.

Ivan was charged as an accomplice. In the end, Wendy was sentenced to ten years, Ivan to one year, and the university expelled both of them. The rest of my classmates were forced to drop out because they could not pay their tuition. As for me, I went to the countryside and helped more children build lives beyond the rural area.

He just watched me, like he could see through the bullshit, but wasn’t ready to call me on it. Finally, he said, “The inmates who sparked the fight were detained. Ice Cell. Seven days. That’ll buy you a little breathing room.” I smirked faintly, though it tugged at the stitches in my side. “Detained? That’s a pretty word for frozen alive in a box.” “Call it what you want,” Tommy replied evenly. “It keeps them from finishing the job.” For a second, the room was quiet. Just the beep of some monitor tracking my vitals, the scratch of Anaba’s pen against her clipboard. My body ached like hell, but my mind? My mind was a firestorm of rage and restlessness.

Nodding in satisfaction, Charlie pointed to the man on the far left and ordered, "Starting with you. Tell me your name, where you are from, what crime you committed, how long you have been here, and how much is left of your sentence." The man prompted, "S-Sir! M-My name is Nguyen Minh, a Vietnamese. I have been here for one year for robbery, and I have six years left..." "Okay." Charlie nodded. "Next!" "M-My name is Hank, an American. I've been here for six months for fraud, and I have three years left..." The inmates introduced themselves one by one. Soon, it was the tanned man's turn. He started attentively, "Hello, sir. My name is Harji, an American. I've b

"We are ready to get out of this disgusting place." The news hit them all at once; they didn't expect that kind of information. The dream of someday getting out of prison was one that all three teenagers shared, life was hard behind the thick bars, and it was even harder if you were there unfairly. The three boys could only imagine five percent of what the world was like and the freedom of living in it. "It's impossible to get out of here, Jack," Annette's dry voice brought everyone back to reality. "It's not," he affirmed "this time, it's going to work," and he assured with a slight smile.