Victorious Cell Block Novels & Stories

Instead of being locked behind bars in a dark, dirty cell, they are kept in a clean white room with white walls on three sides and thick bulletproof glass on the wall looking in. Each cell has a toilet, sink, and a cot against the back wall. In the first four cells, the victims were lying on the cots, unconscious, with an IV in their arms. A computer screen on the outside of the bulletproof glass displayed their vitals and had an intercom button next to it. A little slot below it was how they fed them.

His reputation preceded him like a shadow stretching across every badge in that hallway. Adrian nodded once and led the team toward the reinforced cell. Every step down the corridor echoed with finality. The electronic lock beeped as Adrian keyed in the override, and the reinforced door slid open. The moment Victor saw the officers enter, his smile widened like he’d been expecting them. “I was wondering when you’d send the real babysitters,” he said dryly, as if they were meeting for drinks instead of an arrest. Adrian said nothing, offering only a silent motion toward the marshals.

The pack members turned to look at us and I closed my eyes, biting my lips as I tried to hide the fact that I was embarrassed. " Dude, why would you scream her name like that?? You are a Beta for fuck sake, act like one, " Victor scolded and Nelson smiled sheepishly at us. " I was just too happy to see her, " he defended. " We'll talk about that later, lead the way to the cell, " I ordered and he turned, heading to the cell while Victor and I followed him in. The guard bowed their head in respect upon seeing us and they opened the cell gate for us. One of them followed us, holding the key to the cell room.

DAMIAN'S POV The walls of my cell felt colder as I paced back and forth, the weight of everything pressing down on me. Victor, Isla, and Daniel thought they had won. They believed they had the upper hand, with the incriminating evidence in their possession, but they didn’t know what I had planned. They were too eager, too quick to celebrate their small victories. They had no idea what kind of game they were really playing. It wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

But eventually. At some point someone was going to do something to me in this cell or in the recreation area or in the hallway and it was going to be on camera and I was going to make sure the right people saw it. That was how Victor's plan was going to backfire. Because he thought putting me in Block D would make me weaker. He thought isolation and fear and worse conditions would make me more likely to cooperate. He was wrong. It was going to make me more focused. And when I got out of here I was going to remember every single thing he did and I was going to use all of it against him.

Just as the familiar, liquid heat began to pool heavy and insistent in my core, the sharp, dissonant buzz of a cell phone shattered the quiet. It wasn't a standard ringtone; it was the encrypted, secure line Victor used solely for the club's inner circle. Victor tore his mouth away, a low, jagged groan of profound frustration vibrating deep in his chest. He rested his forehead against mine for a fraction of a second, his chest heaving, before the Master of Elysium seamlessly overtook the lover. He rolled off the bed, his movements sharp and violently graceful, snatching the device from the nightstand.

S E R I N E I honestly couldn't believe where I was at. Never did I imagine myself in a jail cell with two other people in just because I had done what I wanted to do all my life. And that was to beat the hell out of Kelly. Unfortunately for Levine and I- we were in separate cells, therefore I hadn't seen her ever since I gotten in the cell. "Hey cutie," I almost cringe. I ignore the person who had just said that and stare up into space.

SYDNEY I walked out of the cell, looking down the dark hall. My heart stilled, goosebumps littering my soft flesh. With a sigh, I turned my gaze to Victor. His face held no knowledge of my thoughts. It had taken me a long while, but I somehow managed to build a mental block between us. The block wasn't steel strong, more paper thin to be exact but he felt it and didn't push to tear it apart.

© Written by Victor Olusa Episode 11 HORIZON ZERO Eric sat still on the long metal bench attached to the cemented ground of the cell he was placed in. He rested his head on his palms, with both his eyes closed. The cell he was placed in was well lit, with no source of ventilation, but just a rolling fan attached to the ceiling. A CCTV camera attached to the upper right side of the wall monitored his movements, and at the back side was a clean and flushable toilet.

Meeting True Evil A cell door banged. Victoria struggled awake, sitting up on the floor with a groan. She attempted to wiggle her fingers and cried out in pain. Her hands were stiff and swollen from the chains. The lock on her cell slid open. She struggled to her feet, her heart slamming in her chest. Shoving the cell door open Vincent stumbled inside. His hair was loose, the long black locks hanging over his face, which was slicked with sweat from fever. "Come, halfling. We have a guest."