Hypno Slave 소설 & 이야기

He acted playful and sweet but I knew he was just getting me ready for what he was about to do. I hated him. By the moon goddess, I did. He was a monster who used me and broke me beyond repair. He was the devil's reincarnate and I was his broken slave. The boots stepped closer to the bed and I scrambled backwards, but it was no use because huge hands grabbed onto my wrist and pulled me from underneath the bed. I gasped in shock as my eyes widened and fixed on the monster that I called Master. Alpha Jax Pentagon.

If I leave this room without him telling me to leave, then I'm definitely going to get into trouble. I'm a slave, and I have no choice than to watch my Master sleep. I sat on the bare ground close to the Master's bed, and continued singing. Furthermore, I sang for sometime before I fell asleep despite the fact that I tried as hard as I could to stop myself from sleeping. Axel's POV One hour later, I didn't hear the slave singing, and I still didn't hear the master's voice. Neither did I hear any groan nor moan coming out from the master's chambers.

He pulled her closer to his face and lifted Penny on her toes. Penny gulped as fear surged in her heart. Her hands pushed him on the chest to make some distance. “Wh— what?” she asked. “You are my slave! I have bought you from a brothel, which means your body belongs to me. If anyone as much tries to come near you, I am going to crush their skulls, pulverize their bones.” There was a wild look in his eyes—with a mixture of possessiveness? His breath was hot against her face. Not able to bear the agony, he leaned in and kissed her on her lips crushing them under his force. He licked her lips.

No one here knew who I was: the Alpha King. Romeo had forced me to come, to pick up a few human slaves to “warm my bed.” I hated humans for what they did to me centuries ago, but the curse that coils inside me like barbed wire doesn’t care about hate. It wants. It feeds. And no matter how much I try to fight it, Sorvane always wins. The demon’s voice curled in my mind. “You see them, do not you? Soft, warm…” I clenched my jaw, ignoring him, but my gaze drifted anyway, to the front, where the humans were lined up on a raised platform.

After collecting his emotions, he came back and met the doctor, "tell me, doctor, what has happened to my wife and why is she violent only to me?" After going through her test results, the doctor said, "I'm sorry Mr. Flores but your wife seems to be suffering from a rare type of hypnosis. It is a horrible practice that is banned in medicine but someone seems to have hypnotized her. This person is now the one who controls her mind. Since she is acting violently each time she sees you, it means that this person has asked her to treat you so. She is fully under his or her control and will do whatever this person wants.

But as your personal slave,” I replied. - It doesn't matter. In time, he will realize that we belong together. — Rhea insisted. I rolled my eyes. —But what if he doesn't want me? — I asked as I returned to the room. — He will want you! I know that! — said Rhea, full of determination. - Yes of course. Look at us! He literally turned us into his slaves. Ah, Goddess, please give me strength to endure what is yet to come. I was struggling to control my mind, which kept imagining any and all possible torture that Aaron could have in store for me.

"Whatever it is. Ruby, I can't stay in this cage anymore. I can feel them... laughing inside myhead." "The serum uses a 'Master-Slave' protocol," Vovosexplained, ignoring Nevan’s outburst. "The Ascendancy isthe Master; the Subject is the Slave. To break the link, wemust overwrite the Master. We must give the Subject a new anchor. One that is stronger than their satellite array."

“Tell me to do anything—freeze hell, move heaven—and I’ll do it.” “Why does that sound like you’re offering to be my slave?” I teased, leaning my forehead against his. Our noses brushed, and our lips were so close, just a whisper away from touching. “I’ve always been your slave, baby,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous, pulling me into his spell. “Tie me up, gag me, spank me—whatever you want. I’ll be your good boy," he whispered, hypnotizing me, seducing me.

Damian’s eyes connects with Sebastian who looked as if he was about to blow up, this was the most beautiful sight Damien had seen in centuries. “One hundred and one gold coins.” Screamed Sebastian, they were about to break a mold because the highest amount spent on a slave was two hundred gold coins, Sebastian’s bid was a challenge to Damien who didn’t even bother reply because the crowd had already gone haywire, everyone was bidding. “One hundred and twenty three gold coins.” “One hundred and twenty four gold and ten silver coins.” “One hundred and twenty six gold coins.” Damien had lost count of the bidding till it got to “One hundred and thirty gold coins.” And he decided it was about tim

The blast of arousal that floods my panties had me momentarily stunned before the words he spoke slowly started to sink in. Did he just call me his slave? Anger burns away any lingering arousal that is left behind from the drop dead gorgeous vampire, causing me to see red when I turn to look at him. “I am not a slave.” I tell him, giving him my best glare that I can come up with. There is no way that I am going to allow this drop dead gorgeous, well…dead guy…take me back to his home to become his slave. I thought he was there to save me from being sold as a vampire’s slave, not take me home to be his own. There has to be something I can do to get out of this situation that I have found mysel