Novelas y relatos de The Prisoners

“Your inability to distinguish right from wrong is itself a form of irresponsibility toward patients. “Who’s to say you won’t be the next Tawnie Lowe?” Three years later, I had become a renowned expert in the field. Meanwhile, Tawnie made headlines again. She was dead. She died that very night she was released from prison, stabbed to death by Matthew’s family. He had been the only university graduate in his family. Yet, fresh out of school and just starting his internship, he was sent behind bars. His family was consumed by hatred for Tawnie for ruining their precious son.

When the door finally creaked open, a wave of decay and blood hit them in the face. Ragnar froze in place. The Alpha, who had been shouting about exposing my 'tricks', now stood with a pale face. He was nearly unable to keep his balance. The warden held up a torch and shook his head. “I’ve been running this prison for years. I’ve never seen a werewolf corpse rot like this. Who knows how long she's been locked up in here? “This cell should never have been in use! It shouldn’t have started leaking poisonous gas either. If I had known someone was in here, I would’ve arranged patrols and meals. At the very least, I would've made sure she didn’t rot to death without anyone knowing.”

"Are any of the guards missing?" The guard shook his head with a grim expression on his face. "We are still on it, Luna. For now, none that I know of" As we rounded the corner, I caught sight of a group of prisoners huddled in one of the cells. Their eyes weredowncast and their bodies bore the marks of mistreatment. My heart clenched at the sight, and I found myself wondering what crimes they had committed to land them in such a wretched place. Pausing, I turned to the guard, my voice laced with a quiet intensity. "Who are they? What have they done to deserve this?"

" We should head to the torture room tomorrow, or maybe right now. Wasting away on a hospital bed for almost a day nearly drove me nuts today, and I'm mostly definitely not doing that again." " Let's finish this off first." I say as I gesture at the laptop. It takes us forty minutes to go through the list of prisoners we've had in four months, and just as Enzo had predicted, none of them come from special backgrounds. They were all just random bottom feeders, whose main job was to go out, take the blunt then die miserably on their superior's behalf. We're still contemplating on who the prisoner could possibly be when Rafael's call comes in.

"The poison, I said, who gave it to you?" "What!...what are you talking about?" "Bella claimed you poisoned the food sent to be delivered to her in the dungeon. Someone must have given the poison to you, right?" "She is crazy, Father. I do not know anything about this." "You ordered them to send food to her, didn't you?" "When did feeding the prisoners become a crime around here?" "You aren't ready to confess, are you?" "I have nothing to confess. " "Take her away." Dan seemed to be waiting for this, and he immediately sprang to action.

The kind of tension born from months of relentless training. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, big man. Yeah, your muscles show you’re a fighter, but your demeanor doesn’t.” I stare at him, trying to understand where he’s coming from. “Get the hell out!” he roars to the prisoners expecting a second drama. The prisoners scatter, leaving just the two of us… and a few of his men. “I said leave!” he barks again, and the remaining ones disappear from the bathroom. “This prison is home to murderers, rapists, and violent offenders of every kind. Blackridge is a fire meant to purge them of their iniquities… or burn them in it.”

“Probably.” I continue to scan. The eastern edge of the camp appears less crowded, with wagons and horses, along with a makeshift pen filled with prisoners. “Look over there.” Caden takes the binoculars again, staying quiet for a moment. “They’re holding wolves. Prisoners.” “From where?” “Does it matter?” I take the binoculars back, focusing on the prisoners huddled in a muddy enclosure—maybe two dozen of them. Guards are patrolling the area, looking bored and indifferent.

"The commander checked it twice." "He said everything looked genuine." "So he opened the gates." "And the prisoners walked out." "How many?" Kael asked. "Twenty-three." My stomach sank. Twenty-three criminals had just disappeared into a kingdom already under attack. "What kind of prisoners?" Cassian asked. "Murderers. Smugglers. Mercenaries." The guard hesitated. "And..." "And what?" "The former captain of the royal scouts." Lucien's head snapped up. "Harlan?" "Yes, my lord."

Five years after cutting ties with my entire family, I see them outside the prison. They're here to help my younger brother, Hugo Strasser, complete the paperwork for his new job as a correctional officer. Meanwhile, I'm the inmate being released. The moment Mom and Dad see me, they freeze, awkwardness hanging in the air. "Mikey, we didn't have a choice back then when we asked you to take the blame for Hugo," Mom finally says after a long silence. "I never expected you to cut us off on the spot and refuse to call us even once during all these years in prison…" I pull away from her outstretched hand, gather up the last of my belongings, and turn to leave. As I pass them, Dad sudden

That made no sense to me at all, especially when I was still in the basement of the man who had brutally killed my family. Five days left, five more days left before my freedom would supposedly be granted, and until now nothing had happened. I thought I would be trapped in the basement forever. I had been counting every single day, and according to Giovanni, it was going to happen today. And now I'm beginning to doubt him because I don't think this will go as planned. Suddenly, the door opened without delay. I slowly stood up. Primo came inside. “Follow me.” No questions were asked; I just did as I was told.