Confessions Of A Puppet Master Novelas e Histórias

Our conversations were revealing that this man was not evil, but I needed to prove it. “Has anything come back?” He sighed. “Luna Elena, I have not been completely honest with you,” he confessed. “I expected that,” I told him, “but I appreciate your honesty.” “I have been confused, addled, not myself,” he added in defense. “It is hard to describe, like a puppet being pulled by an unseen menace.” “A puppet?” “I am my own and not my own,” he said gravely. “But I remember my objective, though it never felt like it came by my devising.”

It was incredibly hard and unbreakable that I figured soon that it was probably made by someone who was skilled enough to make something that could restrain vampire strength. “I’m sorry to say this, but whatever you will do, you won’t be able to escape from those shackles. I honestly don’t want to put something like that in you so that you won’t feel like a prisoner, but I knew you would try to do something foolish like what you have attempted to do just now, so I was left with no choice. I apologize, my dear Eve.” He looked at me with fake sympathy and I threw so many curses to him at the back of my mind.

he said almost in tears this time. I was really shocked so I just kept quiet and enjoyed the hug. I saw the spark in his eyes, was it love? This fear about me leaving him is it care? or is it just a good person. What is this? Why can't I explain it?. He is my master and I his pet so there is no way that he can love me or I love him. Could it be that this is part of his plan to kill me? Ethane's POV

Meaning if it's a hidden place that even no one knows, how can people outside help me, if I can't help myself out of here! "Master! Here is our beloved captive!" Master? Why does he look familiar when facing the back? Who is he? What does he need from me? "Hey! Whoever you are, master! Face me!" I shouted, "Shut up! You see, Master is busy doing something!" One of those armed men told me. "Welcome Kyla Myline Valdeo." He said that it is gradually facing my direction, "I knew it! That's why your so familiar to me!"

“Your mom said you came up for a rest and asked if I could wake you for dinner. You looked absolutely beautiful sleeping there with your exposed edible breast. I couldn't resist and that sexy look you do when you orgasm was worth it." Closing my robe quickly at the realization of the state I’m in and the guilt that I enjoyed his touch again. "Get out! I think you got more than your fair share of use of my body!” Sadness and regret crosses his face but he doesn’t move. “I ...I must be honest I may have been quick to volunteer to wake you up. I just needed an opportunity to talk to you in private. I have so many things to apologize for that I don’t know where to start.” Seth says lowering his

This feeling burning in my veins – the feeling I was born with, that gave me purpose in life… It had been so long since I felt it last! But I suppose, I should start at the beginning... It began – as all stupid things do – with a frog! Yes, a frog... Green, slimy, wide-eyed--- and entirely convinced he could outsmart a god in a game of tic-tac-toe. I could see it in his eyes. Empty and void of any wit. But I easily told myself that it was a mere ploy – a method of deceit to have me lower my guard. Well... if I couldn’t lie to myself, who was I to lie to in this solitary confinement?

I was shaking, my fingers still slick with my own desire, humiliation flooding me. "You really are a hopeless little whore, aren't you?" he growled, his grip tightening until it hurt. "You aren't just confessing the sin. You are relishing in it. You are bringing the filth of your bedroom into my holy sanctuary." I let out a small, terrified whimper, barely audible. "I-I'm sorry, Master... I didn't mean to..." "Silence," he commanded. "The confession is over, child. Now, I think I know exactly how to cleanse you," his tone dark and final.

Maren and someone who looked like a doctor were standing over me. Maren didn't look happy to see me. "Can you give us a minute, doctor?" he asked. Soon we were excused. "This wasn't supposed to happen, Luca. What the hell were you thinking?" I shook my head and replied, "I wasn't thinking straight." "Some slave girl's pussy gave you ideas on becoming a hero? Is that your weakness?" "I.. I don't know, master Maren." "Well, you were supposed to fuck my wife tonight, after the show with the visitor. Now look at you. What would I tell her?"

“But you’re not free, Cleo. Not anymore. You gave up that freedom the moment you decided to deceive me.” He rose from the stool, his movements slow and deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. His footsteps echoed through the empty car park, each one a reminder of the control he held over me. He walked around me, his eyes trailing over the ropes binding me to the chair, his presence looming over me like a shadow I couldn’t escape.

I tied the bag with a tight, shaking knot and stood in the center of my silent apartment, heart pounding, throat raw. I could still hear his laugh in my head. Still remember the way he said “I see you, Cam. All of you.” God, he really had me fooled. I wiped my face with the sleeve of my shirt and grabbed the garbage bag. But before I tossed it out, I whispered something to the empty room. “I wasn’t your puppet.” My voice cracked. But I said it again. “I wasn’t your puppet.” And this time, I believed it. Even if it hurt like hell.