Novel & Cerita I Became The Master Of The Devil

Leaving me nude and exposed to him and the camera. "Please_ don't do_" his palms connected with my cheeks and I tasted the salt from my blood. My head became too hot as I screamed. "Scream all you can. No one's gonna save you. Not even God." He whispered and began taking off his clothes. My eyes doubled in size and my head spun. I was struggling to keep my eyes open. Soon, he'd discarded all his clothes, he just stood staring none stop at me as I shivered. "Get on the bed. I bet you've had several male partners so getting invaded by me would not tear you apart." He said devilishly as I closed my eyes.

“What— Why?” His eyes flashed, almost silver. “Full moons bring... complications.” “Complications?” she echoed. “You will obey, or you will regret it,” he said simply. She didn’t respond. “Rule three,” he said, voice low. “You serve me. That is your purpose here. You’ll answer when called, you’ll speak when spoken to, and you’ll stay in line.” Emilia’s breath hitched. “And if I don’t?” He leaned in, voice like velvet and fire. “Then I’ll remind you why they call me the devil.”

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

He stepped back, running a hand through his hair like he was trying to stop himself from doing something he’d regret. “You’re making me weak,” he muttered, more to himself than to me. His chest heaved, breath ragged, as if just looking at me made it harder to breathe. And then his gaze snapped back to mine. “No more games, Isla.” His voice was ice now. Deadly calm. “You want to pay that debt? You want your freedom?” I nodded, terrified, desperate. “Then you’ll do it on my terms.” And with that, he turned on his heel, grabbed his glass, and downed what was left of the whiskey like it was water.

His men tried to attack but my men already surrounded them. "The tables have turned Mr Rankins" I stood up and strodded around him. "I wanted to sell the drugs to you at such a fair price and you dared to get upset, but now....... I've decided to double the price " I stood behind him and brought out my gun from the back of my pants in a swift motion. "Tell one of your useless men to get the money or I would have to redesign these walls with your blood," I said in a cold demonic tone that bounced off the dark cold walls.

I applied everything my fight coach had taught me to him, and eventually he got angry, and he left me with no choice. He broke free of my restraints and pressed me under him with his knees on my calves, and he tore at my clothes like an animal. "Now you are mine!" His tone seemed to be announcing to the world that I belonged to him. "Call me master!" He squeezed my chin, his eyes hot and full of irresistible majesty. "Master!" I finally gave in to him. Frade was from Hell, and I was just a ghost in Hell. I knelt before the real devil.

Master, please! A shiver runs down my spine as I suck in a deep breath, reminded of that night in the dark ally, and my voice begging a master to not hurt me. How many ‘masters’ do you know? My little devil asks sarcastically, but there is no humor in his voice, and I know exactly why! I only know one master, and the fact that I was begging him to not hurt me and that I conjured these memories while someone was trying to rape me only means one thing.

"Stay out of my way Santiago. I don't need you playing hero. I'm no damsel in distress. I'm going to take you, the black smoke syndicate and the entire group of criminals and thugs that keep the underworld of this city fat and happy. I'm not going to stop until I get rid of every single one of your vermin." "Why?" Her eyebrows drew together and I saw the confusion on her face. "Why what?" I stepped closer, enjoying the way she sucked in a breath. I knew that somewhere in that head, she was convincing herself that her reaction to me was nothing, a fluke, but I wasn't as deluded as her. A thought suddenly began to work itself into my mind as I stared at her pillowy lips and the tiny birthmark

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

He had me on his palm. "Say it", another demand. I reluctantly nodded looking away from him. "Say. It.", his tone became louder and cold. "I-I'm yours", I whispered; almost choke on my own words. The scary smile he was known for appeared across his face. The triumphant glint spread on his eyes. "YOU. ARE. MINE. ALONE", those were the last words I heard before he crashed his lips onto mine. The devil won. He now owns me.