Guard 001 pov.I walked around the cell, monitoring the prisoners. Today is my patrolling shift in the black market prison, and I will always ensure that I am present, or else the dealer will really make bad comments about us.The guards in the black market prison always take on the dirtiest job in the prison, and that includes torturing prisoners until their deaths.We keep the order In the black market prison and ensure that nothing goes wrong within the prison and that no one that is found wanting will escape.As I strode down the cells, they all looked at me, giving me very mean and threatening stares, but they had no choice because they could do anything in their situation right now. They are our prisoners, and they will remain here either until they are sold to people who want them dead or until they die here.Either way, they are still going to die.Thoughts clouded my mind, both relevant and non-relevant ones, and immediately, I was stuck on one thought.It has been nice havin
Guard 001 povThis cannot be possible; I knew AK-307 right from the start, and she can never be responsible for this.And this is going to be a very hard job for her if I am to help her out of the mess that she is in now.What has happened has already happened, and I don't have any option but to stay low and monitor what other guards are saying.This is a very complicated issue, and I know it is going to involve the dealer at all costs.In the black market prison, the dealer is very strict with everyone in this prison; he does not take any crime for granted, nor does he take any guard for granted. Everyone is always under his command, and everything is always under his command."How did she kill a guard?" I said to her friend AK-307, "how come that she is suddenly in this mess?" It was pretty obvious to me that it was not her."She glanced at me closely and nodded in disagreement. "I do not know; someone must have framed her up; this situation is really a hard one," she said.I decide
Monica's povWhile in exileI had been in the special prison for a while now, and every hour that passed by, I thought about my life in those moments.I know my friend, AK-307, will find every possible means to let me out of this prison, but it seems impossible in this situation.I turned around in the cell at times, trying to see how I relate to an invisible person, but it seemed not to be working, so I tried to make my thoughts known to the broken wolf that was imprisoned in the other cell near me.When you look at him, you always know that he is going to die, but he is still going strong. He has been tortured to a near-death situation.I will want to share my ideas with him at least for this little moment that we are going to stay together for these few times. I had to appreciate it with me.Everything seems dark to me now, and my heartbeats have always seemed to slow down because of it. I tried to light my hope, but nothing would try to make it better because all my thoughts were
Monica's pov*While in exile*"Hope? Are you kidding me? Enjoy it while it lasts." He said he was trying to put himself in a more considerable manner.I stayed for some moments while meditating on the things that he had just said based on the AK-50. Although, for me, I have always seen him as that, and I knew that there was something very awkward about him in a moment when I met him during labor in the black market general prison.He was the one. "So what about him now? Is he not still out there?" I said to AK-49."Yes, he is out there, but for how long will he be there?" he said promptly.I looked at him in a confused manner and asked, "What do you mean? Would he be caught?" I asked"He cannot be there for too long, and I know it; they will always use him as the slave that he is, and he will never be free. He thought that by handing me over to the authorities that he had accomplished what he was in prison for."not knowing that the guards of this prison do not take anyone for free. T
Monica's pov *While in exile* He had to turn to me as he faced me head-on. I was scared down to every part of me as he did not only have a very scary face but a very strong demanding mentality. No one needs to tell you that you should not tell lies to him. Because he does not get mercy for anyone who takes him for a fool, as he would kill without even a second thought. I tried to find the confidence that I could use to talk to him, but I lost it and could not see any. I was just left to make myself silent in front of him, and I had nothing to hold onto now. He came forward at me, and as soon as he could do that, I immediately went back in haste. I could not risk being with him or near him for even a second. "Do you know who I am?" he said to me while trying to relax on his chair, as he seems to take things slowly with me. I moved forward a little bit and gathered more courage in order to talk to him, as I had no choice but to communicate or I would be forced to do so. "Yes, I
Monica's povWhile in exileI looked at him in a very scary way, trying to reveal the name of the Alpha that has been looking for me and also fearing that he might want to deliver me to him if he found out the Alpha that has been looking for me all these while.All of a sudden, he tries to hit me with his weapon, and I immediately give him the information that he needs."It is the Alpha of the Trinity Pack, Alpha Baxter." I said quickly as I used my hand to cover my face in return for his actions.As he heard the name, he suddenly stopped, and his eyes widened with what he heard.He seemed more surprised than me as he found out who had been chasing me throughout my stay in the black market prison. I will be pretty sure to know that even Alpha Baxter does not know that I was in the black market prison; he might have had a clue, but he was not too sure to act.I suspect that something might have kept him in silence or shock. There is something that he fears most."Ooh, Alpha Baxter of t
Guard 001 pov I have been staying all day long thinking about AK-407 while I was on duty; these thoughts never left me as I worked, and I wanted to find out what really had happened to her. I know very well that she could not have committed the offense by killing the guard and being caught on the spot where she was. As AK-307 has said, somebody must have set her up in a very bad manner, and I must look for the inmate or even guard that has done this to her. And when I find out who did it, I will have to punish the person who did it. I must do this or else AK-407 will suffer in the hands of the dealer, and I am very sure that she will surely die at the end. Because the special cell is only made of death at the end. There is no sparing of any king in the special prison. It always ends with the inmate's last breath. I walked across the entrance of the black market prison, and I hit my fellow prison guard. He was a very good friend of mine, and he always supports me in everything th
Monica's povWhile in exile"Set up. What do you mean by set up?" the dealer growls."Someone must have set me up; I cannot commit that type of crime; I was not the one that did it." I said to him, trying to persuade him into believing me.It was not easy trying to get him in because he only believes in what he sees, and he would hardly believe an inmate like me."Hmmm, someone set you up? I will be giving you a chance then," he said."Yes, someone did. I came out of the restroom and saw the guard on the ground. I did not know what had already happened," I replied.He was not yet convinced and still wanted to take all his anger out on me."If you say so, then who had done it—who killed the guard?" He asked me.I stayed still for a while as I could not figure out who could have come behind my back and set me up.I recall that I could not hear anything after the guard that was assigned to me shouted at me the first time.At this moment, no one came to mind, and my thoughts became empty.