The Prisoners Novels & Stories

"You can stay here, or maybe you can go back to your place if you want to," I told the people. "We will wait for our family members who are still on cells," Calix's mother answered. "Yes, young lady," another woman said. Others also agreed. "Alright," I told them. I followed my comrades into the basement. True as the young man said, there were rows of cells down. The prisoners are crowded in one cell like canned sardines. They looked so weak and abused.

My life took a huge turn. I was no longer Victoria the baker. I was Arianna Bocelli, Alejandro Amato’s prisoner. “Let me go.” I dug my feet into the ground as Capello pulled me along, ropes digging into my skin. I’d recovered from my momentary shock and become dangerously stupid as I continued to yell at men who wouldn’t bat an eyelash as they sent me to the world beyond.

“Damn, get back in. We'll handle it. You need to be safe.” Shem and Jericho came running from upstairs too. Shem's expression turned hooded when he sighted his brother. “What the hell are you doing outside?” he grunted and took his arm immediately. “I need to see. I'm going to fight,” Wayne said then jerked his arm away. “No. You're going back to your safe quarters. Have you seen those people? They're acting like savages. Like they're drugged or something,” Jake argued. That instant, about five prisoners broke into the lobby with yakking sounds like bloodthirsty monsters. The soldiers around began to attack them but the men saw with horror ho the prisoners rip

He had to prove he was strong too. Noah and Alice rushed forward, grabbing the weak prisoners, helping them move faster. Some slaves cried softly, fear written all over their tired faces. They had dreamed of freedom for so long. Now, it felt like it might slip away. Jason and Adrian stood their ground. Only a few prisoners stayed with them—those too hurt to move. They clung to each other, whispering prayers under their breath. Footsteps came from behind. Slow. Heavy. Dangerous. “Well, well, well… Look who we have here,” a smooth, cruel voice said.

If the available slot here is limited, then the selection is highly competitive and for world worst criminals. These are people who create havoc that affects the whole world or did something really bad that history would never forget. Those in this prison are terrorists, rebel leaders, worst cannibals, among others. A lot do die in this prison, the conditions for survival are extremely hard to meet. I don't pity them, they deserve it either.

“I'm the one who kidnapped your head maid.” “What?!” “Calm down; I wanted the truth, and I got it.” “Y-you… what truth?” “This is not the place, but…” He suddenly took me in his arms, confusing me, but when he leaned to my ear, I understood he wanted privacy. “There's a different prison where we keep dangerous criminals like terrorists or those who try to harm important figures, mayors, governors, the president…” I nodded my head as I knew what he was trying to say.

Jonah and Alyssa exclaimed in unison, "A prisoner in an orange-colored uniform?" "In the Fifth Prison, orange-colored prisoner uniforms are meant for felons with mental illnesses. They are distinguished from other prisoners by the colors of their uniforms." Sean blinked. "That prisoner knelt before Steven and clung onto his legs as he bawled his eyes out. He claimed that he wasn't mentally ill and that he had not murdered anyone either. He asked Steven to help him with his appeal."

Yet, they were all helpless to do anything. "You're here, sir." Cian walked over to Adrian. "How are they?" Adrian asked. Cian took a look at the prisoners and replied, "The young ones are doing all right. They're thankful that we’re here to save them. But there are many elderly who are badly traumatized. Some of them saw their loved ones being beaten to death and are trapped in that nightmare." Adrian could not do anything to change what had happened to these people.

‖ That made sense. ―Over here,‖ he began as he directed them to the three cells, ―is where we keep the prisoners.‖ ―Whoa!‖ Jeremy said when they stopped in front of an empty cell. ―Do really bad men go in there?‖ ―Some more bad than others. We get the occasional drunk or bar brawler.‖ ―Do you get bank robbers?‖ ―Sometimes.‖ ―I want to see a bank robber!‖

She pleaded for the man to immediately stop his actions. "Phew. Y-you'd better not refuse me, you slut. You think you can get away from me?" Melvin asked falteringly, while Danas could only cry. Every time Danas fought back, the man would touch her body roughly; Danas could only resign herself to what the devil-hearted man like Melvin was doing. She wanted to quickly get out of the prison confining her. When Melvin finished satisfying all of his overwhelming desires, he left Danas on the bed just like that, without feeling guilty. Danas kept sobbing after Melvin left.