Novel & Cerita Victorious Cell Block

I motioned for Liam to circle around and block any escape routes, then steeled myself and strode toward the main entrance. “We’re taking them back,” I muttered under my breath, each word a promise of retribution. Inside, I found the room dimly lit by a single, flickering bulb. There they were—Mia, Mimi, and Alison—each bearing the marks of the struggle, their eyes heavy with pain but alight with defiant spark. In a far corner, barely clinging to life, lay Victor. The sight ignited something primal in me: a burning need to punish those who dared threaten my family.

" I told him that you don't get to act like the victim here and try to escape. I spat as I coughed violently, "You assaulted me, and God knows how many you killed on your way up here! I don't care if you are the heir apparent of this shithole you and your type constructed of this country. You are not the victim here! I am!!!" Aric froze in place and seemed at a loss for what to say. Now that my poison was gone, I had nothing but the door behind me to keep me from collapsing. As I slumped to the floor, breathing heavily, I barely registered Aric's arms grabbing me before the room began to blur in and out.

I did hate her. But her defiance, her fire—it was intoxicating. “Sir,” Vicker’s voice interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to the present. “What is it?” I asked, turning to face him. “She’s in her cell,” he said, his tone cautious. “But... are you sure about this? She doesn’t seem like she knows anything.” I scowled. “Don’t let her fool you, Vicker. She’s Damon’s daughter. She knows more than she’s letting on.”

“You’ll never see Sky again. You’ll never breathe near my children. But if your words give him peace — I’ll let them reach him. Not because you deserve it… but because he does.” She stood up. “And after that, you’ll disappear. You won’t even exist in memory.” Monica closed her eyes, nodding through a sob. “I understand.” *** Inside a secure prison facility, Victor Fernando sat in his high-security cell, back straight, hands folded as if awaiting a chess opponent. He hadn’t spoken in days. Hadn’t answered the interrogators. Hadn’t acknowledged the cameras. Until today. The guard entered with a tablet. “There’s something you should see,” the guard muttered.

Then I’ll let Alessio live. You were planning on killing him before?? “Yes” I will if I get bored of him. “So what's it gonna be? Yes to my offer?” “Never.” “We’ll see.” _ _ _ _ _ _ UNKNOWN POV I watch the monitors closely. Cell 12: Alessio being tortured. Room 047: Sofia with her mother. Both are suffering. Very good. Viktor thinks he’s won. He’s wrong. I brought out my encrypted phone. It’s time to unleash the dragon.

“We split. I go forward. You cover Mav” “Like hell,” Elena growled. “We finish this together”, Their eyes locked—an understanding that surpassed orders. Together, they pushed into the final corridor. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The cellblock was colder, darker – like something ancient was buried beneath it. Damien reached the reinforced steel door. No markings. Just an old keypad, blinking red. He yanked a panel off the wall, rewired the circuit with a flick of his wrist—then slammed his palm on the override. The door groaned open.

was all she said, before turning and staring at me with an angry look of suspicion, "What do you think that stands for Nishinzu?" "I mean….if this really is a prison, and this room will be our living quarters, it would probably be a good guess to say that it stands for 'Cell Block', right?" My lie barely seemed to satisfy Mia, but she just nodded and entered, keeping the key. I followed behind her, and breathed a short lived sigh of relief when my random intuition was right. A large cell block awaited me, with named cells for each of the people in the prison placed around. I noticed one next to Urkstin's, and it made my heart skip a beat.

Tyson King hit disconnect on his cell phone and dropped it onto his desk. He leaned back in his huge chair, ignoring the ominous creak. It'd taken several hours longer than he'd expected, but he finally had a location on the girl. His hands and his dick both pulsed with need. He wanted to strangle her, caress her, chain her to him and fuck her until she couldn't think of doing anything so stupid again.