The Prisoners Novels & Stories

At first I couldn't see anything. It was too dark. But after squinting... I realized those weren't shadows. They were people. People locked inside prison cells. It was a dungeon. The prisoners sat curled into themselves. Weak. Bruised. Half naked. Covered in wounds. Sofia moved closer to me. [Do you think they're the bad people who took Mom?] [Of course they're bad!] She answered before I could. [They're in prison!] [We should leave!] [Wait.]

I asked. "Let's just say the dead ones are the lucky ones." My stomach flipped. I swallowed hard, the weight of her words settling uncomfortably in my gut. I didn't need a priestess to tell me what that meant. "Who exactly is after these prisoners?" *Well, according to rumors. They are usually people that have gone against him, people that have committed heinous crimes like rape, murder..." "Murder? Isn't the foundation of this entire pack built on murder?" I scoffed loudly.

The guard’s voice ripped through the air: "GATEKEEPER!" With a deafening, thunderous roar, the massive gate began to descend. As it lowered, the inner courtyard was revealed inch by inch. The prisoners were a mosaic of distraction and despair; some prayed and chanted, others dissolved into heaving sobs, while some spat curses and insults at the stone walls. Lara, however, belonged to the silent ones. Externally, she was paralyzed by a profound stupor, unable to reconcile her reality: she was standing on the threshold of a prison—a place that was not her home...

I have been trapped in this place for all these years while they have been enjoying the lives without me. I wonder how Nana Helen and Henry are right now.do they miss me or have they forgotten about me like everyone else seemed to have. I was prisoner number 218 somehow my name got lost when the third jailor after Philip had arrived, he was new, he didn't know anything about me, he only addressed me as prisoner 218 not like the others who knew who I was, This time I was nothing.

He made his way back down through ops before taking another set of stairs down to the basement where they kept prisoners and held interrogations. Rose smiled at him when he came down, "who are you here for, boss?" "Whoever Ray and Air brought in last night," Dean looked past his prison manager to the guards stationed outside the occupied rooms, watching as they all stood a little straighter in his presence. "I figured as much," she gave him a sly smile, "just figured I'd asked," "Always one for formality," Dean smirked, "where is he, then?" "B6," she pointed to the guard in front of the door who gave him a sharp nod.

Turning to me, he asks, “Are you sure you want their approval?” I bite my lower lip and lean in to whisper, “Yes. I don’t trust them, but please—no inhumane punishments.” “You’ll see,” he replies with a smirk as I pull away. The doors open, and the prisoners are led in—dressed in brown shirts and shorts, chained and guarded. Dolores is carried in, her legs bandaged but her sobs echoing her shame. Next come Marina, who avoids my gaze, and a short, chubby man I recognize as the Prime Minister.

"Hey, who are you? Are you planning to take the girl away? Take me too!" "Please, take me too!" "Me too! Help! Help! I need your help!" "I'll pay you for the rest of my life, as long as you free me!" "Me too! I'll do anything if you help me!" "Help! Help! Help!" Instantly all the prisoners were in an uproar and they tried to whine at the man. The man looked increasingly agitated and a little scared as they were all noisy now. Which made the man just stare at Selena who covered her ears because of the noise and commotion.

When he saw Dante calmly approaching him with a chair, Cain angrily threw a punch to hit Dante, but the prison boss easily moved to the side and slammed the iron chair right on his back, adding to the pain. A piercing scream echoed around the room, getting every inmate to stop what they were doing to watch. Dante, as expected, didn't show Cain mercy. He gave the huge inmate three more slams on the back, got his chair snatched by a furious Cain who thought he was wise, but ended up taking heavy blows from the psycho boss himself. "Yes! Beat him up!" The prisoners chanted, taking Dante's side. Even the cops who were fed up with Cain's bullying, joined in the cha

He didn’t want them to be close enough to speak to each other and try to come up with another story between them. Four of my father’s warriors would be driving them back to Shadow Claw. The prisoners had been given shots to keep them calm, and unable to phase before they left their cells. A vial and syringes were packed and given to Alpha Gerald to keep them sedated while in custody awaiting trial.

His jaw tight as he looked at the prisoners’ condition. All prisoners were set free from their cages. There were thirty of them. Twelve are children. Ten were women and the others were men. Their eyes flicked to us like we were something unreal. They couldn’t tell if we were angels or devils. “Let’s go.” T said, wiping his bloody hands in his shirt. He’s done with his masterpiece. Up the stairs, we were welcomed by more guards. We shielded the victims who were now trembling violently in fear. Women and children were crying.