Novel & Cerita Confessions Of A Puppet Master

All the confessors were killed. The confessors - they were females with special powers of compulsion. They had the ability to turn a man into their slaves and do every single thing they desire. And it'd go on for as long as the confessor was alive. King Caesar was a victim of this. He was a slave to one of the confessors and worshipped her. All he could think of, day and night, was pleasing his mistress. The confessor was not all that nice, as she made him kill his parents.

“So we have to take like a boat to get there?." I asked him and he nodded. “So you're rich?." He nodded “How rich?." “It doesn't matter." “Are you very very rich and important or just a little bit?." “Very " I nodded my head to look interested, I was weighing the consequences of killing him and getting caught. “I have a confession to make." “What is it?." “My former… master, did not show me what real pleasure felt like, at least not in the day that you put it. "

She clenched her fists so hard her nails broke against her palms, and her screams remained strangled in the back of her throat. ​Only when her back was a shapeless mass of gore did the middle-aged man stop. ​"Your blood is too holy to be wasted on this filthy floor," the Pope said, drawing a dagger with a serrated blade. "Have you discovered why the monster seeks you?" ​"No." ​"Seduce him. Make him confess." ​Without mercy, the Pope grabbed Elenor’s wrist and pressed the jagged blade against her pulse. He didn't slice quickly, but pressed down slowly instead, sawing back and forth.

“Please pick up the folders, Ms. Escobar.” I bent down. My hands trembled as I picked up the folders and put them on his table. There was a long silence between us. Lifting my face to look at him, I saw him watching me intensely like I was some movie that piqued his curiosity. “You’re too young. Did you enjoy being my father’s mistress?” he asked with a blatant tone. I felt dismayed at his accusation. He was no different from the people in this school. “You ruined my family.”

Walking out of the Mansion, she headed for the garden and just as she entered, she heard littl voices from behind the huge wooden fence. She walked closer hearing someone whimper. What the hell was going on there? Placing her leg on the flower to make herself steady, she peaked and her eyes widened seeing a man on his knees and Brian in front of the man, a gun pointed at the poor man's head. "I swear I will never do it again. just forgive me this one last time Master, I swear to never betray you again. Please." "In your next life, think twice before you bite the hand that feeds you." And with a pull of the trigger the man that was on his knees was on the floor as blood flowed his head.

I can give him a half truth. "Right before the Master found us, I did something terrible. Of course anyone under the pressure of rape would probably do the same, but the way I snapped I am not proud of. Just like any other night, I was pinned down in my room, the usual stuff happened. But...I just had enough. So when they finished and the drugs wore off, I took my blades and just senselessly murdered. I couldn't tell you how many men I killed before they finally sedated me. I just remember the smell of the blood, limbs here and there. It was like I was seeing myself in someone else's eyes. No more an obedient solider, but a murderer. There was a time I wouldn't even hurt a bug, but now..." I

“I asked for excellence! And what do you deliver? Minor annoyances that they laugh off! Small victories that fill them with confidence!” He threw his head back and roared, the sound ricocheting like a hurricane inside the chamber. “I am the Master of Evil! The orchestrator of chaos, the puppeteer of nightmares, the—” He slammed his fist into the throne. “—and yet they triumph! And it’s infuriating!” A smaller, quivering shadow dared step closer. “M-master… what… what will you do now?”

He asked still stroking himself faster. I pick up the huge cucumber on my desk. This is so crazy but I’m willing to do anything for this huge monster cock daddy. “ will this do daddy? I don’t have other toys to play with when all I want is yours.” I slurred. “ You will get whatever you want angel, but that will do. Now put it in your pussy and imagine it’s my huge cock fucking your pussy.” He demanded. Damn! I’m really doing this! Fuck it feels so good!! Ughh damn!!

"Mr. Malone, we have two interns who refuse to learn and even tried to steal someone else's work." My dad picked up the proposal and looked it over. "This is an excellent proposal." Rachel beamed. "Thank you, Mr. Malone. I still have a lot to learn." My dad cut her off. "Where are the two people accused of plagiarism?" Every eye turned to me. I took Thea's hand and walked over to my dad. "Dad." The second the word left my mouth, all the color drained from Rachel's face. "Dad...?" Luther turned bright red, his hands shaking.

Marais taunted. "Dream on! This Phantom Coffin is my masterpiece," he continued, his voice dripping with malice. "It took me over a century to forge. I used countless precious materials and sealed the purest souls of resentment, hatred, and death. Inside, I'll refine you into my puppet. You'll become an eternal servant who'll carry out my will!" Marais' laughter echoed sinisterly. Even with Chase's unexpected power as a martial deity, Marais was confident the coffin's ancient power would prevail. Once refined into a puppet, Chase would lose his will, becoming an unthinking and unfailingly loyal soldier.