The Prison Door Novels & Stories

With a subtle nod from the guard, the sentinels unlocked the door, revealing a dimly lit passage leading to a row of holding cells. My heart sank as the guard gestured toward one of the cells, a foreboding space with bars that cast eerie shadows across the floor. Dread clenched my stomach and a cold realization settled in as he pushed me forward cruelly. "I haven't done anything wrong!" I protested, desperation lacing my words, but they fell on deaf ears. The guard's expression remained stoic, unmoved by my pleas. The heavy door slammed shut behind me with a resounding clang, sealing me within its bleak confines.

NEX MORNING LADIES JAILHOUSE “Time to wake up ladys, don’t sleep like you own time..”The jail warden . She hit her stick on every prison gate she walked past. The prisoners grumbled. They stood up from their beds with other warden pulling them out. She got to the last room and opened the metal gate before entering. The prison room was small with a tiny window, a bunk bed to contain two prisoners and a little table at the end of the Room.

Her face was a mask of unfulfilled desire, and her gaze filled with resentment toward me. “I’ve already decided to divorce you. Why are you still back here?” My rage turned to laughter. This was my house to begin with. Why should I give it up to this adulterous pair? Matthew was clearly eager to move in. His clothes were already hanging in the wardrobe. I yanked them down and flung them out the door. “Don’t forget, I bought this place. If anyone’s leaving, it’s you!” Tawnie was livid, her voice shrill.

And the prisoner whispered one horrifying sentence. Too late. Because the words were: "THE DOOR OPENS." And somewhere beyond the stars— Something answered.

I snarled as I sat and head towards the pack prison. I slam open the prison door. The guards straighten their stances when they see me approach. They both bow their heads in respect and I do the same. I go through the cellar area where all of the criminals are held. I go down to the very end where there is a big metal door. On the keypad next to it, I type the passcode. Then I hear the locks inside the metal door clocking and turning. I grab the handle and yank it open. I quickly walk down the dark stair well that twists down to another door. I kick it open. Inside is a concrete, dome shape room. In the middle is Vince tied up in a chair, blindfolded.

Yet, the prison has seen advancements with thicker iron bars, reinforced doors, and locking mechanisms. The ceilings arch high, supported by columns. They are cavernous, devoid of any sanctity. As we descend further, the guard occasionally glances back at me. Finally, we reach a massive iron door, rusted with age yet formidable in its design. The guard pulls out a large key from his belt and inserts it into the lock. With a creaking groan, the door swings open, revealing the cell where Collins is being held. The room is sparse, its only furnishings are a narrow cot and single window, barred and set high on the wall—allowing a sliver of gray light.

He signs, "That would be an emergency. You have to hold on a little longer. I will have new plants brought in. They will be waiting for you on a table during recreation time. You have to bring them up yourselves. There will also be paper, ink, and a quill, as requested by the princesses." With their plea acknowledged, the guard moves back, swiftly grabs the door, and slams it shut. The echoing sound of chains being placed back on the door reverberates through the cell, reminding Joe and Bryan of the reality of their confinement. They exchange a glance, a mixture of hope and apprehension in their eyes, as they prepare themselves for the challenges and possibilities that lie ahead.

Then he grinned like he wasn’t the reason for my exhaustion. “Erase that smile from your face, Noah. It’s annoying.” And he did. “Satisfied?” “No,” I replied, which made him grin even wider this time. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that we had something serious to discuss. “Do you know the cell at the very end after the silver door in the dungeon?” “It’s a special cell for a criminal with high-grade offense. Most of them are extremely powerful too. So the wall was made of iron so that no one could escape.”

I murmur to myself, tiptoeing and walking straight ahead, praying to my God that I’m invincible. I get to the fourth gate, which leads to the cell rooms, and prisoners are gathered in front wanting to go to their cells. There’s also a large TV screen on the wall, for news and only news, we don’t get the privilege to watch opera or romance, just news, so prisoners know what year it is.

At the end of the hall stands a steel door reinforced with horizontal bars, which one of the guards opens without a word. The door gives way to a hall of prison like cages, walls separating the people inside from their neighbors. It’s in one of these rooms that my captor carries me. There aren’t any windows, just bare floor and concrete walls. One light flickers in the center, and a metal bed screwed into the floor holds a thin mattress. My stomach drops, and suddenly I can’t breathe. “No… no. Please, you can’t—” Anxiety takes over, and I thrash weakly in his arms. I can’t be locked in a cage again. But his arms are unrelenting.