The Inmate Novels & Stories

He called out, chuckling, his craving for power made him turn into a psycho, I sniggered. He yanked his hands into the cell of one of the inmates and pulled him towards the rod, his head hitting it as he clenched tight to his neck. “Where is Andrea, that whoreson.” He spat at him, the inmate didn't dare to look Ramanov in the face. “I—don't know—” He said with a crack of fear in his voice, and I pitied him, goosebumps all over his face and he was already heating up at this rate he might end up peeing on his pants.

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.

Larry had never hit a woman before, he couldn't lay a hand on her. "Come on, fuck me." Wanda was smug. Every woman who has been in prison for a long time is naturally full of desire for sex and freedom. That was a basic human need and desire that couldn't be stopped. Wanda's hand managed to reach inside Larry's pants, her eyes lit up, and she kissed Larry even more frantically. Larry never anticipated that inmates would behave in such a manner. In his mind, aren't they all supposed to be actively rehabilitating for early freedom?

the prison inmates replies “ I am Attorney , I do not want any thing from you , I have compassion that is why I do what I do . I help in carrying out investigations to help wrongfully detained inmate to acquire freedom once more ” Attorney Ansley explained enlightening the inmate who listened with rapt attention “ You want to help me ? ” The inmate asked in surprise “ Yes I do , I have reschedule a hearing with the court ” the Attorney continued “ what do you want ? ” he asked the attorney

Either way, she appreciated the false freedom given to her. "I understand that this may be difficult, being in a male prison and all, but I don't tolerate any misconduct between inmates so you shouldn't be worried. If anything happens, you can tell one of the officers and I'll deal with the matter personally." He told her as she looked around curiously, whilst trying to match his steps. His words reassured her slightly, letting her breathe a little easier.

"It wasn't my intention to stab him! Please take me to the hospital! Please." "Hey!" One of the inmates shouted. "Keep your voice down, girlie. This place is for people who have committed a crime. It isn't for the innocent. If you don't keep shut, I will shut it for you," the inmate threatened, meaning every single word. Ixora sniffled, tightening her palms around the bars. She rested her head on the bars, crying silently. "Xora!" she heard somebody call out her name. She immediately raised her head to see Nelly running inside.

Now, my existence is reduced to a number, a prisoner stripped of my title, my fortune, and my pride. The inmates from the other cells snore and groan in their own restless slumber, creating a dissonant sound of despair. Some are murderers, some thieves, and others simply lost souls who have strayed down dark paths. I’m different, or at least I like to think so. I’m not a criminal in the traditional sense, but rather a man whose insatiable greed has driven him to betray the trust of his own kind. Ding, ding, ding!

“Let’s talk about it.” **** He was an inmate in a low-level security prison because the crime he committed, well, the crime that he was forced to admit that he committed, was financial fraud. That damned lawyer of his old company ensured him that being a white-collar criminal would put him straight to a low-security prison, and with that came inmates with nonserious crimes. He didn’t have to deal with murderers as fellow inmates. Martin expected a relatively easier time there. He thought he only had to serve the time, and he could be out with no fuss at all in a few years or even months.

It would be idiocy to show him that I was sweating under my clothes. "What's the commotion in there? Two more minutes! Hustle boys! We don't have whole day!" shouted one of the officer stationed at the door. The perpetrator moved out my way. Laughter echoed behind the background from other inmates. I kept a steady eye until I got out.

“She’ll be popular with the inmates.” They didn’t give me clothes. Instead, they fitted me with a new collar, thicker, with a tracking device and a small remote-controlled vibrator built into the base. A leather harness wrapped around my torso, framing my breasts and leaving my pussy and ass exposed. Ankle and wrist cuffs completed the look. “Welcome to the Pleasure Prison, Inmate 069,” Kane said, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “Here, you don’t have rights. You have holes. And they will be used every single day.”