Novel & Cerita Victorious Cell Block

These are the people that Freegal held captive for committing mistakes–that was to dare challenge the Freegal. But these people were not the reason he paid a visit to the most filthy area of this building. He was here to release the woman in cell 5. Surprisingly, she was not one of those people who were crying and shouting in despair. Granger was curious. While the people from the other cells were shouting with their angry hands extended out of the bars in desperate to catch his leg, Granger nonchalantly paced through the way to cell 5.

The ringing continues for some time. “Hello.” “Boss, I found her.” The man in hoodie spoke proudly. “Hope you remember our deal. The man on the other side of the call holds his cell phone so tightly that his finger pads turned white. His eyes glowed with fury. Finally. She will be back in his clutches. She has no fucking clue by running from his prison what mistake she had committed. What kind of punishment waiting for her. Silence prevailed for some seconds before his lips curved up in a malicious smirk.

"General Nyosi is bleeding out on the fifth floor. Commander Kazi is buried under a collapsed building on the west side. The Forward Operating Base has fallen." He held up the heavy ring of magnetic keycards, the metal jingling sharply in the quiet room. "I am Baraka Juma. And I came to break the leash." For a moment, the silence was absolute. Then, a ragged, desperate sob broke from the girl with the fiber-optic hair. The sound acted like a catalyst. The cell block erupted into a cacophony of weeping, shouting, and frantic banging against the glass. The hope that had been violently beaten out of them by Nyosi’s conditioning suddenly roared back to life.

"Fake! This is fake!" Kieran’s face filled with panic as he shouted as well, "That’s right! This must be AI-generated. We're not those people in the video! Elara, have you lost your mind? Just to help Rowan fight for property, you’d even fabricate evidence like this? Do you realize that’s a crime?" They lunged forward like headless flies, scrambling to snatch the phone from Elara’s hands. At that moment, court officers rushed forward and restrained them.

I was safe for now. As the doors closed, I hurried to the man and grabbed his wrist. "T-There's a murderer in the apartment. You've g-gotta help me. He's after me. H-He took my phone. Please, let me use yours so I can call the cops." He stared at me, clearly startled. After a moment, he nodded and handed over his phone. I thanked him and tried to make the call. There was no signal. The elevator blocked everything, so I would have to wait until we got out.

I walked toward the stairs. The cells were in the lower level of the pack house, past the armory and through a heavy reinforced door that required both a key and a palm scan to open. The corridor beyond it was narrow and cold, lit by overhead strip lights that buzzed faintly and cast everything in a flat, colorless white. There were eight cells in Block B. Seven of them were empty tonight. The guard at the end of the corridor straightened when he saw me coming. "Alpha." "Leave us," I said without breaking stride.

How about letting them in the cells to rot for a while and drag on their fate till they go crazy". I have an evil smile on my face. "fuck alpha good thinking",Victor says out loud and the women jump. "You can't leave us in here we didn't commit a crime",the redhead kept saying but the bitches were planning it. "you were going to commit a crime because your all fucking stupid",Victor growls. He looks annoyed. "Death is more suitable ",:Vince looks at them, his face blank. All five women pale and stay quiet.

If they keep going, those prisoners won't make it out alive! "Mr. Smith… Perhaps that's enough? If they keep going…" Before he could finish, Victor suddenly opened his eyes and asked coldly, "By the way, who ordered the attack on Ariana?" "It's… um…" Officer Zeller stammered, unable to answer. He couldn't exactly pin it on Brian—or himself! Panicked, he pointed at the cell and ordered, "Hit harder! Don't stop until I say so!" "Yes, sir!" The female prisoners' screams intensified. Victor, however, appeared to have grown bored of those screaming. He pulled out a gun from his waistband. "These prisoners… They're all death row inmates, right?"