The Prisoners Novels & Stories

Turning around, Matthew began walking away, but stopped as he felt her grabbing his wrist. "Can you carry me again? It's much more fun than walking." He rolled his eyes, reluctantly accepting Astor's request. ----- Shortly afterwards, they found themselves at the Pack prison. The captives consisted of mostly rogues or suspected spies from enemy Packs who had been caught sneaking into their territory. "You have an actual prison now instead of just keeping them in your basement, huh? That's an upgrade," Astor quipped. Matthew ignored the remark. "Pick whoever you want to possess and just get it over with."

The first-class prison building is being shaken by the escape of the dangerous prisoner, Calvin McAdam, from one of the cells that is claimed to be a special cell that has the most advanced security level. The pride of the police is now the same as being dropped by Calvin, who in fact is just a driver. The high-ranking police officers then held a meeting to immediately arrest the prisoner, whose whereabouts are still unknown. “Journalists have been swarming around like ants who have just gotten a lump of sugar. They are busy broadcasting in front of the building to pry into the depravity that has occurred in this prison.”

“It’s the other prisoners. I’ve only seen it once before, from a distance, but that place is hell. Men are forced to fight for food, water.... There’s no privy, no bathing facilities whatsoever. The sick are left to rot alongside the rest of the population. Once a week, bodies are dragged out and sent down a chute, behind a second locked door at the far end of the large holding tank they call The Wilderness. Getting down there won’t be hard, but getting out will be.” The conditions sounded brutal to Kit. She couldn’t imagine trying to survive in a place like that. “What sort of men are they?” she asked. “That is, what crimes have they committed?” “Most of them have done no wrong, or what lit

Hannah was banging the cold cell, calling for the guard's attention. "Miss Wilson, its time for everyone to shut thier eyes. if I were you, I will keep my mouth shut or you will suffer in trouble again." The guard reminded her of the days that she first came into the prison. Back then she hadn't fully recovered with the gunshot in her leg yet she was forced to face the charges from the Stanford family together with Mike in court. The verdict come out and they were sentenced 10 years in prison.

Lewis and Tristan exchanged glances, then nodded. “Now,” Lewis whispered loudly towards the two prisoners whose opposite cells were the closest to the stairs. One was an old man, frail and thin, while the other looked younger than an adult. They passed one arm through the metal bars, trying to reach for the keys on the floor at the foot of the stairs. Tristan had his eyes on the shadows of two men climbing down, hoping the captain’s not with them. “… tell him you lost it? Ye’ gone mad?” one voice grew clearer and louder.

So at the moment, everyone were anxiously waiting for the answer from Old Marlo at the moment. For Ronny and the prisoners today they have watched 2 groups of people moving about at large in the Prison, the Apprentices that were going in and out of the Soldier offices and it seems that they were having a good time on their own, and then there is the Evil soldier faction, as the prisoners called it, and these people were also being move around the prison, much more correctly they were dragged out of their barrack and from their beds into trucks, even till this seconds the moving of those evil bunch were still happening in the mid

“How sketchy?” “The back of the van’s basically a metal cage welded to the interior frame with a couple steel benches on either side. The two prisoners already in it look like they haven’t bathed in a week and they’ve been using a metal urinal connected to a drainage tub. Probably for the same amount of time.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Shepard cursed again. “Extradition’s a state responsibility and most of them contract with these kinds of services. Does it at least look like they can’t get out of the cage?”

said Old Joe, standing up. My two inmates lined up before the metal rails and I followed their suit reluctantly. One by one officer came into view as the barrier opened up. We walked in silence, in groups of threes with officers in tow, a baton in their hands. We were led in a canter after some time. Inside were prisoners alike me, lined up for food.

"He said that you can talk to him. He's waiting, please follow me." I looked at Secretary Martin first and smiled. "I'll be waiting here, Miss Kira." I nodded and followed the police officer. We walked down a long hallway and it was quiet. They said it was a private facility for prisoners who had committed major offenses. But contrary to my expectations that they would be given special treatment, each cell had a simple bed and pillows. That's all and nothing more. I saw that there were prisoners watching us as we walked and there were also those who seemed to be unaware. They have their own world and I also see prisoners reading the Bible. They were all given the Bible to repent their sins a

************************************************************************************************************* “Water...w*...w*ter! Please give me some w*ter!” Damien tries to stand on his feet grabbing the cold bars of a dungeon where he has been kept for who knows how long. There’s only darkness in here. A faint light of a fire torch is trying to make its way into his cell, fighting with the darkness. But it's as weak as Damien.