Novel & Cerita Victorious Cell Block

“All ranked initiates report to Cell Block B. Now.” I rolled off the bed, already pulling on my boots. Thomas stirred, groaning softly. “You think it’s another fight?” I didn’t answer. He was smart enough to know the silence meant yes. We moved fast. Down the hallway, up the iron steps, through the corridor that reeked of sweat, bleach, and blood. Cell Block B had been cleared out, and in its place stood six trainers and a single table. One envelope sat in the center. Felix was already there, leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, her mouth set in that permanently pissed-off scowl. She didn’t acknowledge me. I didn’t expect her to.

"I'm Felix Hazel. It's nice to meet you. Welcome to Area 51." "Area 51?" Ariadne repeats unsurely, shaking the man's hand next. Felix lingers, giving the Omega a once-over. Victor ignores the flare of jealousy in the pit of his stomach. "This prison is special. We house some of the most dangerous criminals in the world. You won't believe it, but… we have Victor Erickson in one of our cells." They're talking about Waylon. The hairs on Victor's arms stand on end. "Really? What's he like?"

His security team handles the rest. "Cell block ahead," Jai reports. "Jamie's in cell 3B. Two guards." Briton shifts back and approaches human. He knocks both guards unconscious before they can raise an alarm. The cell door is reinforced steel with silver bars. Jamie looks up, her eyes widening. "Briton?" "I'm getting you out." He tries the lock but it's electronic and complex. "Jai, a little help?" "Working on it. Give me thirty seconds." "We don't have thirty seconds!" Jamie gestures frantically. "They're extracting Herston's essence. Fortieth floor. You need to stop them!"

His face red with rage, he bellowed, "You ungrateful little traitor! You think you can betray us and escape? You're nothing without us, Veronica!" I stood tall, despite my trembling heart, and defiantly declared, "I'll never be a part of this criminal family! I'll never be yours!"His expression turned even darker, his eyes blazing with fury. "You'll pay for your insolence," he snarled, nodding to Victor. "Take her to the cellar. Let her rot in the darkness until she learns her place." I was dragged away, thrown into a damp, cold cell, the door slamming shut behind me, leaving me to face the bleak reality of my failed escape.

He rushes at me and kicks me hard in the nut. I desperately hold onto my balls, hoping this monster hasn't ended my poor generations to come. He squats down and whispers, "This is just the beginning of hell on earth." Victor suddenly stops the attack, arranging his shirt professionally. Why the sudden act? Why the preparation? As I ponder on what to do and how to survive solitary cell for the sixth time, I hear his footsteps. The slow paced, calculated marching of the wicked prison bandit, greatly feared and revered by all the inmates, Samuel Vale.

The deadbolt locked. Victor looked at Moss and laughed—a jagged, ugly sound that filled the cell. "What's so funny?" Moss snapped, her knuckles white around her clipboard. "You," Victor spat, leaning against the bars. "I spent ten years running from your badge. Now you're building me a fortress. You’re not my jailer anymore, Moss. You’re my personal bitch. And you're doing it for free." "This place is rated for an aerial strike," Moss said, her face a mask of cold stone. "You're safe."

Even if he could crush me with a single fist. Cell block ten was at the far end of the dungeon, away from most of the guards and prisoners. It was for the worst of the worst. As I made my way through the narrow hallways, I passed cells—some empty, others occupied by broken, emaciated figures. Their eyes followed me as I walked, hollow and full of a despair I couldn’t bear to meet.

I link my beta and his son Max, who will serve as Sebastian’s beta. I also invite my head warriors and my gamma and delta. There are eight of us at the moment, approaching the cell department. It’ located in a different building, a bit further from the pack house and the housing around it. There’s electric fencing and many safety measures around and in the building. I want to deal with Charlie first. I order my warriors to bring her into the interrogation cell. There’s a CCTV and equipment to interrogate even the most difficult offenders.

It was slow, but surely, I was winning. Liam might be watching but he was too late. The game had already begun and I wasn’t going to lose to him. Maxine was still mine to win. And I would, no matter what it took. LIAM Kris and Varis walked me back to my underground cell. They silently chained me back to the wall and gave me a long look before they climbed up the ladder and left me in silence. A torch burned on the wall in the corner, casting lights and shadows around the cell. The chains on my wrists clinked as I adjusted myself. I was sitting on the floor, legs crossed under me.

“But here’s what you’re going to do.” He looked up at me desperately. “You’re going to sit in that cell,” I continued, “and you’re going to think very hard. Because when you remember who hired you….” “I didn’t…” “I’ll be back,” I finished. “And I won’t be this patient again.” We left him shaking. The second man was Liam. Bigger. Quieter. Smarter eyes. He didn’t look scared when we walked in. Just tired. Victor sat this time. I remained standing.