Novel & Cerita Barbatos Obey Me

James poked me. "First of all, don't you ever touch me with those filthy hands. Secondly, don't call me that." I snapped at him. "Of course I'm going to my office, where else did I come from?" "Well I don't see what's wrong with piccolo gato, it suits you perfectly." He carved a smile on his lips. "You act just like a little cat, very feisty." "Look James, I'm not your friend. So don't even think of getting comfortable with me. I'm your boss, got it? I won't entertain such kind of friendship with you, okay?"

I spat, every word torn raw from me. His grip tightened, fingers digging into me hard enough to bruise. The air around us seemed to shrink, heavy, suffocating. “I only have one rule, Isa. One.” His voice dropped lower, intimate and lethal. “Why is it so hard for you to follow? Obey me, and everything will be fine.” The scream inside me clawed for release, but I swallowed it down, my chest heaving. “I’ll obey,” I forced out, each syllable jagged and bitter, “but only if you let go of my Liliana.”

A slight smirk lifted his full lips. “You. Come.” The King crooked a finger at me. I stepped forward, hating that I did it without question. The aura surrounding him made it impossible to do anything but obey. “Who are you?” “Uh, Ruby Mason.” We stood there in silence, the rest of the room falling away. I had no idea what was happening but I’d never felt so terrified and so excited at the same time. Maybe being in the presence of the King of the Wolves had this effect on humans.

your physical body dies. All this while his powers flow to the galaxy earth of Tasmond 's empire to feed him, in which Barbatos was making the Anemo Archon of the Seven Emperors of the Forgotten Sectors, in which despite losing his original physical form, Andrius ' spirit remains. alive and his powers are still strong enough that he can manifest a body of ice and wind.

As Barren makes his way toward it, I continue to look around, taking in the many instruments of torture that hang on the wall and the splatters of what I'm sure are blood on the ground. "You can act tough," Barren announces, placing me on the chair. "But I'm a master of getting people to obey me wholeheartedly." "Is it obedience if they're doing it out of self preservation?" I ask, attempting to move, only to find that I'm still unable to command my own body. "It doesn't matter to me," he smirks. "Obedience is obedience." Once he is finished cuffing me, Barren moves to the side and begins to rummage through his tools until he comes to rest on a small dagger.

Since that made more sense, it was like that, from the moment he saw them, it was so pleasurable and cruel, with all its greed and demands. He satisfied them, he took them, they fulfilled their desires, each of them never lacked anything. Poor human. Every human there was lost. Even though at that time, before being overcome by primary instincts, they thought that they had not overcome this nonsense, but it was already too late, when the thought that they did not deserve any of this. It disappeared. No human that met on Barbatos deserved it, but especially the woman called Mokona. Fuck it all and screw the rest.

Then he turned to look at me, regained his indifference, and said: "From today on, Luna Tracy is your master. You must strictly follow every order and give her the best 24-hour service." Tracy showed an ugly and extremely arrogant face, put her hands on her waist, pointed her finger at my face, and said loudly: "Do you understand? Olivia Brown? From now on, you must obey my orders unconditionally, because I am Luna of Silver Moon Pack and your master." I thought to myself: Fuck! I am not deaf or stupid, how could I not understand? But I kept silent. "Do you understand? Answer me now! You stupid bitch." Tracy looked like a villain who had succeeded. She was so eager to defeat me.

Barrett’s face spreads wide with a grin. “Put them inside,” he orders to his men. Jasper and Zach are pulled to their feet and shoved inside the crevice, followed shortly by Orsina. “Hey, wait!” I shout, acting surprised by this turn of events. “You promised!” “I don’t owe loyalty to filthy dogs,” Barrett says. “Put her in there, too.” Soon, I’m being manhandled by the bear clan too, my hands tied behind my pack. “Stop!” I cry, struggling. “This isn’t fair! You told me you’d let me go if I got you the information that you wanted!”

"You seem to have quite the collection already." As I move to exit the booth, his fingers latch onto my arms, whirling me around to face him. His pupils are dilating and constricting, and I am caught momentarily in whatever web he is trying to weave. "You will obey me! You don't walk away from me. Not now, not ever." Shuddering, I shake my head. Once. Twice. His words ring in my head, again and again, and my entire being revolts in response to his command. *Obey him. Never leave him.* *Obey.* *Obey him.*