Write A Prisoner Novels & Stories

He made his way back down through ops before taking another set of stairs down to the basement where they kept prisoners and held interrogations. Rose smiled at him when he came down, "who are you here for, boss?" "Whoever Ray and Air brought in last night," Dean looked past his prison manager to the guards stationed outside the occupied rooms, watching as they all stood a little straighter in his presence. "I figured as much," she gave him a sly smile, "just figured I'd asked," "Always one for formality," Dean smirked, "where is he, then?" "B6," she pointed to the guard in front of the door who gave him a sharp nod.

After receiving basic treatment, I went with the police to the station. I wanted to witness the couple pay for their actions with my own eyes. Even at the station, Tawnie remained defiant, hurling curses at me and wishing I’d die. The officer slammed the medical report on the desk and snapped, “Mr. Grant’s injuries meet the threshold for criminal sentencing! “And given your deplorable attitude of refusal to admit guilt, we can impose a heavier sentence!” At these words, Tawnie flushed red, as if she’d been choked. As for violating hospital regulations and causing a patient’s death, she was even more uncooperative.

"Hey, who are you? Are you planning to take the girl away? Take me too!" "Please, take me too!" "Me too! Help! Help! I need your help!" "I'll pay you for the rest of my life, as long as you free me!" "Me too! I'll do anything if you help me!" "Help! Help! Help!" Instantly all the prisoners were in an uproar and they tried to whine at the man. The man looked increasingly agitated and a little scared as they were all noisy now. Which made the man just stare at Selena who covered her ears because of the noise and commotion.

Secured and in their grasps, the Officers pat me down – more like groped me- before dragging me to the back of a transport van alone and left in the dark with my fate unknown. ♔ That is how I become prisoner number five-zero-five-four. There was no trial, no Judge to decide my fate. To the law, I am an unwed fertile female in need of correcting. I needed a strict hand to guide me in becoming a proper female for society. With a sigh, I find that I am last to line up with the other and take a chance to look at the girls in the corridor. Many are like me, here for petty theft or burglary hoping to make a living and find some form of escape from the hell called the Capitol Slums. After our meal,

There were four more cells remaining. “Get me out of this f*cking hellhole!” A voice startled me and I yelped as I jumped away. It was one of the prisoners. His eyes were crazy and he was erratic. He had almost no clothes on; only a cloth to cover his groin. “Arghh!” He yelled like a wild animal. “Some people tend to lose their minds.” The omega pointed out. “Yeah, no kidding,” I mumbled under my breath as I walked away from the yelling guy purposefully. I did not blame the guy. If I was in a place like this for days going on to years, I too would lose my mind.

Seth was not only furious with himself, but with the entire staff, specifically the head of the prison who approved the transfer of cells. Apparently, the man that attacked her was only in prison for a white collar crime so it understandable he was chosen to be her new cellmate. It simply shows no one ever knows the true darkness deep inside a person. Daisy didn't even know his name. If it was mentioned briefly, she refused to listen and was reluctant to ask, feeling it would make him feel more of a human. It should be impossible for any other human do what he did to her. He was a monster, plain and simple.

My life took a huge turn. I was no longer Victoria the baker. I was Arianna Bocelli, Alejandro Amato’s prisoner. “Let me go.” I dug my feet into the ground as Capello pulled me along, ropes digging into my skin. I’d recovered from my momentary shock and become dangerously stupid as I continued to yell at men who wouldn’t bat an eyelash as they sent me to the world beyond.

Jonah and Alyssa exclaimed in unison, "A prisoner in an orange-colored uniform?" "In the Fifth Prison, orange-colored prisoner uniforms are meant for felons with mental illnesses. They are distinguished from other prisoners by the colors of their uniforms." Sean blinked. "That prisoner knelt before Steven and clung onto his legs as he bawled his eyes out. He claimed that he wasn't mentally ill and that he had not murdered anyone either. He asked Steven to help him with his appeal."

Yet, as she stepped into the confines of the prison, little did she know that this journey would lead her to redemption and a new beginning. Within the austere confines of the prison, Sunita, the warden, stood as a beacon of hope. Her unwavering belief in reform, rather than mere punishment, set her apart. As she pored over Ritu's file, her eyes saw beyond the criminal record. She perceived a glimmer of potential, a spark that could be nurtured and ignited. Ritu's crime was severe, but Sunita recognised the circumstances that had led her astray and the genuine remorse she harboured. This recognition prompted Sunita's resolve to offer Ritu a chance at rehabilitation. It was an opportunity to

Dastan I finally get released from prison after Twelve days, I got the shit beat out of me everyday in there and no matter how much I begged the guards never moved me to a different cell but they never did, I know this has to be somebody’s doing because there is no way under normal circumstances that someone like me would be treated this way.