All Chapters of The Prison: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I want you to bring this man to me. Alive.……In order to commit the perfect murder, you have to have no remorse. A heart as cold as an ice and a weapon that can never be seen.

You are beautiful. You will forever be in my eyes. Don’t you dare question that. …… I killed myself over and over again every single day for choosing the person I love.The familiar feeling of euphoria filled my body in an instant. Then a tingling sensation travelled from my lips to my fingertips and for a few seconds I forgot where I was. The situation I were in didn’t matter or even the people that might be watching us. We were enclosed in a bubble of longing for each other.The cravings I had for him grew wildly until he became the phantasm of my dreams. I knew I denied myself of my desires long enough for it to backfire with so much intensity. In my situation, no matter how I try I could never undo

You can remove all the nails in my hands and feet but I will never sell you my Jodi …… And when you are faced with two dead ends the only thing to do is to stop, cover your eyes and blindly pick one.“What?” The words coming out from the boss’ mouth couldn’t seem to register in my brain. I had a hard time to decipher the context behind it though a moron could easily understand him. I wanted to protest but words were lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. Instead of complying with an answer, he handed me a black doctor’s bag. “What would I do with that?” I was afraid to take it; it was obvious what was inside that thing. Horrors.“I wouldn’t repeat myself twice. I am

Please don’t hurt her and if you find her let me be the one to speak to her …… I don’t have any idea which one is harder, killing or being killed. When I saw his face, rage embraced me with open arms. His smile made my blood boiled to a hundred degrees and all I wanted to do was to lunge for him. It was like an instinct I was programmed to do. My mind went blank as if time suddenly stopped. Without knowing I grabbed the nearest blade my hand could reach. And out of the sudden, my feet were already moving towards the sergeant when I caught glimpse of Nick’s lips.‘Stop’ he mouthed. But I didn’t listen instead I continued my soft marching.

Come on my love, care to let me inside that brain of yours? ….. I think it’s really hard to distinguish what love is from killing intent. Most of the times they are just like the same. I crept through the darkened surroundings in a stealthy manner however the occupant of the room was fully aware of my movements. He jumped at me the instant I was about to reach for his arm. The grey of his irises glistened in trepidation.“Jodi? What are you doing here?” he hissed removing the hairs stuck on my face. “I could have killed you.” He removed the protruding metal from my side.“Shush it. Don’t call me by

Give me my Rosie back! ..... Your past is not a definition of your present. There was something not sitting right at the back of my mind, maybe because I was thinking too much about the girl passed out in the trunk of our yellow Chrysler. There was the fear of the cousins finding out that she was not me but an imposter. I could never imagine the horrors she would go through just to save my sorry ass. What if she got killed? I would never forgive myself if anything bad happen to her in my stead.“Who is she exactly?” I asked Nick breaking the thick atmosphere, voicing out my thoughts. “What if something—”“Stop it, she volunteered for it. We have our contingency

You are just one of their puppets! Why are you doing this to me? ….. I licked the blood at the side of my lips and rust followed my buds as saliva dripped to my throat. Torture was becoming a hobby for me, not that I was enjoying it but it was another forced one. They just suddenly decided that I was going to be the perfect punisher. And to think that I was supposed to be carving on my own skin, even if she was an impostor.  She was imitating myself! It was so hard not to flinch when my blade would slice through her thin epidermis. It was like, I was hurting myself.I wanted to say how sorry I was for doing it to her, but there were eyes watching us. If only I could help her escape instead, but I too

It’s like I don’t forget anything. Like everything stays here. …… “There’s something wrong about that child,” hissed Giana, my dad’s nanny and now mine, to one of the maids. “I cannot pin point it but that look on her eyes are creepy as hell,” she continued with a snarled expression of disgust on her wrinkly face.I was accustomed to the kind of remarks, so instead of running back upstairs, I waltzed inside the kitchen bedazzling them with my pearly white smile. The huddled of ladies immediately broke seeing my scrawny face.“What do you want? How long you’ve been there?” scowled Annabeth, the cook.

You might have heard about me. I am the one and only red fox…..In reality we only fear things we think we might lose.“What exactly do you remember?”I shrugged the supposed memory was too hazy, “I don’t exactly know yet.”Nick grew silent, he was holding to me with trembling hands. “Why’d you do that? Do you want to die? What are you even thinking?” Nick caressed my forehead tracing the bridge of my nose. “What would have I done if I lost you in there? Do you honestly think I would not care?” his body stiffened; a drop of salty tear fell on my cheek.I sighed, my head still throbbed from the chaotic fight, “I was—” I tried to find the best word to describe my actions, &ld

Ow, because there’s no one comparable to your charm and you are highly requested!……