Novel & Cerita Victorious Cell Block

Derrick groaned and kicked the couch next to him. "Honey please come back to me, wherever you are, I want you back. Fight for us and come back please," Derrick prayed silently in his heart and a tear slid down his cheek which he quickly cleaned off. _____ "I think I will allow you to keep the baby," the unknown woman holding Victoria captive said to her. "Thank you so much," Victoria replied. "But i'm not letting you go, you have to work for your baby's freedom and life. If you want him alive, healthy and properly taken care of. You have to start working for me," the woman said.

I think I would be ready for the things they wanted me to do. "Ah!" I shrieked as ice-cold water slapped down my body, drenching me through my clothes. Sets of feet were hustling over my cell, it was too dark to make out any of their faces. I couldn’t even tell their numbers, just that there were more than two of them. A set of hands grabbed my arms and pulled me down my head, immobilizing me. Then two or more started murmuring somewhere in the room. They made noises I couldn't comprehend, just buzzing flies. "Hey! What the--" I didn't get to finish what I was saying, a gag silenced me and a sack was put over my head. I thrashed wildly, fighting for my life to get free. What the fuck is happ

"No Victor. No contract. Just me and you." --- Aria's phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached for it. Unknown number. A photograph appeared on the screen. Victor. In a prison yard, standing against a chain-link fence. His face was turned toward the camera, his smile wide and confident. He looked like a man who had already won. Beneath the image, one sentence: "You think you've won. The trial hasn't even started yet. And I know about the blue box. I know about everything."

Before Leo could ask another question, a sharp ringing shattered the quiet of the hallway. Zara paused, pulling her cell phone from her pocket. The caller ID flashed Victor Vance’s name. She answered, her face hardening. "What do you want, Victor?" On the other end of the line, Victor didn't yell. His voice was terrifyingly calm, raspy with sinister confidence. "You think you've won, Ms. Frost," Victor sneered. "You think trapping him behind your concrete walls keeps him safe from me. But you forgot one crucial detail about heavy metal poisoning."

Silas had built this cage specifically for me, and he had filled it with wolves. The steel door to the cell block hummed, releasing the locks for the morning yard rotation. I stood up, my old street instincts—the ones I had learned while scrubbing grease off tables in the dark underbelly of Queens—taking over. I didn't cower. I walked out into the narrow corridor, my head held high, my eyes flat and cold as jade. But Silas’s money had already bought the block. In the blind spot of the tier, right between the laundry bins and the broken security camera near the showers, three inmates stepped into my path. They didn't look like prisoners; they looked like executioners. The leader was a massive

“No. You can't do this. Where's the evidence of these accusations you're putting up against me?” Victor groaned as he shoved me inside the cell and locked the grate, staring at me with nothing but malicious intent in his eyes. “You'll find out soon enough why you're in here.” I moved over to the bars where he stood, and grabbed the cold iron with my hands. “You won't get away with this, Victor. When I get out of here I will expose all that you have been up to, and you'll regret ever crossing paths with me.”

Vince spoke. “You won’t understand. She already thinks I abducted her. Letting her have a new room to herself is the least I can do to beat that allegation.” “You care about her. She’ll see that soon. Come on.” We had reached the cell house. It was a massive building that held our security personnel, their offices and cells for low grade criminals. The high grade criminals were kept in a facility more remote and secured than this one. “Welcome, Alpha,” some soldiers welcomed us into the building. As we took the elevator down to the cells, I smelled a familiar scent. It was so faint I thought I imagined it.9

VICTOR As I paced my cell, desperation clawed at my mind. The walls seemed to close in, suffocating me. My empire, once a formidable force, now crumbled around me. Lucy's betrayal, Reina's testimony, and Ethan's relentless pursuit had sealed my fate. But I refused to yield. A plan began to form, fueled by desperation and cunning. I knew the guard's weakness – greed and a fragile conscience. I summoned him with a subtle nod.

Two guards pulled her out roughly and marched her through a side entrance, away from the main intake. “No paperwork tonight,” one guard muttered. “Special delivery.” They took her down a dimly lit corridor and stopped at a heavy steel door leading to Cell Block D , one of the roughest sections. The guards unlocked her cuffs and shoved her inside. The door slammed shut behind her. Riley stood alone in the middle of the open dayroom. Twenty-five men stared at her from the tiers and tables. The air went dead silent, then erupted into low whistles and murmurs. A tall, heavily tattooed inmate , clearly the block leader , stepped forward. His name was Jax.

“Good. Tonight, we finish that bastard once and for all. Victor’s loose ends are a noose around our necks, and I’ll be damned if I let Rachel’s little discoveries lead back to us. That idiot folds like wet paper when cornered, and I won’t allow him to drag us down with him.” A murmur of agreement rippled through the group. They all knew Victor—his weaknesses, his flaws. He was a liability, and liabilities weren’t tolerated. The boss flicked his cigar to the marble floor, grinding it beneath the polished toe of his shoe. His lips twisted into a wicked grin. “Let’s move out.” Meanwhile, in a small, dimly lit cell across town, Victor sat in silence. The faint snores of the drunken officers, slu