The Prisoners Novelas e Histórias

Lira's POV The general and I stared at each other while I searched for the right words to say. The cages around us were no longer quiet. Some of the prisoners had noticed me, and a few of them began to make noise. It was easy to tell which ones had lost their minds. I knew the kind of people kept down here. Those with broken minds. Those accused of treason. Those taken as spoils of war who refused to join the Blackthornes. The stubborn ones. The forgotten ones.

Geneticists working for Dr. Sawyer were dispatched to maximum-security prisons nationwide. The Colonel’s connections at the Department of Justice got ADX Florence in Colorado added to their list. The Supermax prison held the most violent offenders who were expelled from other prisons. San Quentin, Cooks County, and Pelican Bay were also on the list. Now, over five hundred prisoners have offered to be part of the study.

His corruption had developed from mere sociopathy to something that fed on pain as healthy alphas drew strength from protecting their packs. "Take me to the prisoners," he ordered through crystals that connected to dungeon levels where exceptional prisoners had been held for just such an emergency of crisis when conventional leverage had proven insufficient in the pursuit to achieve strategic objectives. Chamber doors opened for entry by guards who brought in three people whose presence would be psychological weapons against enemy adversaries who had so far proven resistant to normal military pressure. The first prisoner came in wearing the torn robes of a hea

The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in. We drive into the prison, it’s like three times the size of our penthouse, like a whole community, with so many people, I will be under-reacting if I say two thousand prisoners. Males and females aren’t given privacy in this prison, and things like ‘basic human rights’ are canceled on a big billboard. You are on your own. No law to protect you, no right, and for me, no soldiers, except for Jane, the planted American female soldier, but what can she actually do to protect me in a place this shitty?

"Sold." "He handed me a hotel key card outside the prison gates while my mother was dying in St. Clare's," Iris said, her voice cracking as she held his gaze. "He told me her surgery deposit would only be paid if I stayed in that room until dawn. Judge my morals after you meet Gordon Whitmore." Kieran stood still for a long beat, his dark eyes searching her face. He didn't let go of her wrist. "Room 1606," Iris whispered, her voice breaking on the numbers. "The suite at the end of the corridor on the top floor. You were drugged, and men were searching the hallway for you."

"We are ready to get out of this disgusting place." The news hit them all at once; they didn't expect that kind of information. The dream of someday getting out of prison was one that all three teenagers shared, life was hard behind the thick bars, and it was even harder if you were there unfairly. The three boys could only imagine five percent of what the world was like and the freedom of living in it. "It's impossible to get out of here, Jack," Annette's dry voice brought everyone back to reality. "It's not," he affirmed "this time, it's going to work," and he assured with a slight smile.

Declan said turning away, Layana gave her mother a gentle smile before Jonathan led them down the hall to the next cell. They had reached the final of the 11 prisoners, the other 6 were priests or priestesses of the fortress. Out of the 10 they had seen, 6 had agreed to help them, whilst 3 seemed too far gone and 1 refused. Alden had returned to their side as had Aren,

The first thing Quinn saw was an aerial shot from one of the transports that ferried prisoners into the Ideological Quarantine Area, or IQA-14. What had once been a good, honest gravel pit, with a lake at the bottom, had been transformed into a primitive open-air prison where inmates were free to do anything they pleased so long as they stayed in the pit. Not that they had much choice, since the sides were too steep to climb and weapon emplacements ringed the top. Thanks to the rebellion, there were thousands of what amounted to political prisoners, or unreliables as the government called them. Some were true die-hard loyalists, but many were little more than street people.

'' one of his fellow prisoners asked in the dark. The prison was actually a former dungeon of lions, a sign that the ruling family weren't as saintly as they claimed to be. Although Biyako wasn't thinking that they were entitled to some mercy because of their sins, they at least deserved some humanity. The dungeon stank of feces and rats were running to and fro across the cold stone ground. The space was so small but there were at least a dozen of them. He was shoved in here with murderers, arsonists, pyschopaths, and other criminals who were far worse than him.

, Alex asked with scared tone , he don't feel safe around that man as he gives inappropriate vibes . Four prisoners were behind that jailor came forwards . A prisoner grabbed the jaw of Alex and forced him to look at him forcefully . " Let's have some fun ! It's been a long time didn't have fun for so long . " " What do you want ? " , Alex yelled . " Soon you will knew about it . " , another prison held the both hands of Alex . " Leave me ! " , Alex yelled . " Oooo ! we like the wild one . Looks like we will have great fun . " , a prisoner forced Alex tp kneel on his knees .