Novel & Cerita The Prisoner: A Novel

If you need anything, I'm here to help! Everyone gave me encouragement and support. With that powerful backing, I had my injuries re-examined and filed an appeal. The countless needle marks across my body and the knife scars along my lower torso were still visible even after all that time, and when the doctors saw the patchwork of wounds, they gasped. Finally, with overwhelming evidence, the Court of Appeals handed down its verdict: Claire was sentenced to 11 years. Later, I heard she was bullied daily by her cellmates in prison.

Then, the bolt on the iron door was slid open. Cyrus stepped inside the cell. In the dim, flickering light, the face that had appeared so stern and virtuous in the daylight now looked malevolent and twisted. He stopped in front of me and lifted my chin up with the toe of his boot. "Oh, Anna. You're still just as stubborn." I forced my eyes open and spat a mouthful of blood at that face full of deception. "Cyrus... You're scared."

Dante didn't say anything to Cain, but kept watching him mess with his food while the other two laughed. "Is this the benefit of being a prison boss? Looks like I'll be taking that title from you, boy," Cain mocked, licking the sauce from his hand, dumping the messy plate back on the table. His repulsive act was seen by other inmates and fellow cops. But no one wanted to get involved. Even Meera got irritated by this and came up to me, grabbing my arm to get me to act. "Why aren't you doing anything? Stop that lunatic!" She said, looking back at Cain then at me.

“I bet you taste like roses and honey.” I didn’t break our stare-down. “Can a prisoner at least get a book? I mean, if you’re not going to entertain me in any other way…” It was probably not wise to poke him, but I wasn’t some weakling he could bend with a few harsh words and threats. He stared at me before disappearing into his “office” but surprised me when he came back over with a book in his hand. He let loose a battered and beaten flutter of pages through the top of the cage. It landed in my lap with a thump. The binding was cracked and the worn pages indicated it was a much-read book. The cover wasn’t familiar, but it was also scuffed and torn.

“Hello, Piper. Long time no see, I mean, f*ck.” If those words were meant to be a joke, it wasn’t funny. Especially when I was now bound like a wild animal, with ropes in numerous lattice knots. My feet dangled above the ground, the fear making me forget my nakedness. The sting of the ropes cutting into my flesh kept me in my senses. I was back in my hell again, but this time, I was in Lenard Lee’s new den in this foreign city. What differed now was how I got into my prison.

She waited for this moment when we would see again, because all these years she had been building firm resolve around her fences. We are supposed to have a meeting in the main house and I'm just sitting on the bed, looking through my files for where it went wrong. When you spend so much time in prison, people see you differently. It does not matter if you were guilty or not, what everyone knows is that you have lived a different life. You have lived amongst rapists, murderers, hit men and you have lived like them. You are an exconvict.

I set the timer on the coffee machine and waited patiently for the one liquid that might be able to set everything back to normal. “There’s a prisoner in the Hillburgh cell. He needs you to break this particular prisoner and get her to confess.” “Her?” I mused. “That’s new. What’s her crime?” “High treason.” He said usually like it was nothing. I blew a long whistle. “That’s a damn shame. Who’s the broad?” I poured out the coffee and blew on the fumes before sipping the foam and feeling the first thrill run through my spine. Coffee was heaven.

Seraphina lies bound and bruised within the dank, merciless walls of the prison cell, a place abandoned by light and sympathy alike. Chains clink dully against the stone as Seraphina stirs, her body battered but her spirit fierce. It’s in this cold, forsaken corner of Lucas Smith’s conspiracy that her strength begins to waver—until she hears the quiet scuffle of boots and the turn of an old iron key. The door creaks open, and there, in the shadows, stands Percy Adams, his face a ghostly reflection of remorse and determination.

I dug my nails into my palm to stay awake, then crawled to the door, leaving a trail of blood, and started pounding on it. "Please!" I yelled. "I need a doctor!" Nothing. "Please!" I slammed the door with all my strength. "My baby is coming..." My voice was raw when a guard finally answered, bored. "Save your breath. Ornella's about to pop. You can see a doctor after she's done." "But the baby will die..." "Then that's what you deserve. An eye for an eye." I collapsed, my body freezing cold. So that's what this was. In their eyes, my baby's death was payment for my sins.

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,