All Chapters of The Prison: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I think, I found the culprit.......I could have said no when he asked me to do the damn thing, but the nagging voice at the back of my head that thirsts for adventure made me say yes. People might say I was stupid for all the decisions I made in my lifetime, and I couldn't reason against them. I guess it was because people have the right to their own opinions. Sometimes we do things simply because we wanted to do them; because human are all born stupid.I looked at clock on the wall above the TV-- just the exact time-- then I stepped my foot forward to get my right ear glued to the door, noises just outside the hall. I sighed, preparing myself for what was about to happen. I swallowed the imaginary lump building up on my throat then headed for the lights. I switched them all off, leaving my computer the only so

Prisoner two-zero-zero-one......"As long as you're here, you are no Declan Oliver, you would be referred as Prisoner two-zero-zero-one. Do you understand?" I ignored the question, continuing my decent to a place I would then start to call home for the time being. Getting deep in thoughts, the off

And, what makes you think I take no as an answer?......You always remember the first time. That's what they say about sex, right? It would always be your reference till your last. It sets how high your bar of expectations would be. And that notion made me realize how it so much relates to killing a person. Take me as an example, I would never forget the feel

So, they won't take no as an answer?......Pain is just another lie created by the brain to trick us, controlling our movements, declaring boundaries without our knowledge. Making us feel weak."In!" Shouted the officer, kicking me inside the tiny cell. I moaned in agony, my brain shouting familiar horrors to me. "Let the darkness teach you some lesson." For the umpteenth time a foot connected on my stomach which made me spat blood on the grimy floor."Fuck you!" My voice came out as a squeak. I writhed on the floor like a dying dog. Electricity still lingered in my body from the many tasers that tortured me. I got no energy to fight but my stubborn of a tongue would not back out. "Fuck you!" Again my voice came out almost inaudible. Pity laugh was the only response I got from the stupid officers."It would be a lot smarter to follow

Trust me kid, you don't want to be part of their stupid game.......Silence eats people to the core, drives them crazy, slowly rots them from the inside until it was too late for them to be salvaged. It’s a terror unknown to most. And to me, it was my very weakness.I always hated that tingling sound of an empty, quiet room. It made me more in