Invisible Face Tape Novels & Stories

Before i could pricess what just just happened, three other motorcycles deove towards me, turning different styles before parking close to me. The lights from the accelerated motorcycles were enough to create lumination and see who were around. Four men. The first man had a blind fold on one eye and tattoos of something that looked like a snake rounded his neck. His leather jacket was buttoned open. The second man had a very prominent scar on his lip, his eyes were closed with glasses and he was shirtless, his whole chest filled with ink marks. Man number three looked less scary but the twi of his front teeth were missing and his smile was very creepy.

he growled, his eyes blazing with fury. He walked over to a nearby cabinet, pulling out a roll of duct tape. I tried to struggle, but my body was weak from pain. Theo ripped off a piece of tape, slapping it over my mouth. I tried to scream, but my voice was muffled by the tape. Theo's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked at me. "Now you'll be quiet," he growled, his voice low and menacing. Theo's eyes roamed over my body, his gaze lingering on the metal clamps attached to my nipples. He smiled, his lips curling up in a cruel smile.

She was trying to erase the scent of cedar and sweat that seemed to have soaked into my very pores. "The bruise," I whispered, touching the spot on my neck where Roman had bit me. It was darkening, a purple-red mark that looked like a brand. "I know," Chloe hissed. She reached into her bag and pulled out a palette of heavy, industrial-strength concealer. It was the kind they used on movie sets to hide tattoos. "I’m going to cover it, but you have to stay still. If you sweat through this, or if you rub your neck against a collar, the secret is out."

“Why?” Alek undid the first two buttons of his shirt. She had seen him naked before, but each time, the effect was novel. There was something on his chest. A transparent tape covering a fresh wound of some sort. “Oh my God. Are you okay?” “I am, Cam. Take another look at it.” The tape was in the middle of the chest. She squinted, and her head reared back. It was a tattoo of a handprint. Below it was a date. A closer look revealed it was…

Taped it in place with quick, efficient strips of medical tape. The cold silicone made me gasp. She stepped back. Picked up the tiny remote. Clicked it once. A low hum started. Gentle. Barely noticeable. But it was enough. My thighs clenched. She watched my face. “You’ll wear this all day,” she said. “During the board meeting. During every call. If you come without permission…” She let the sentence hang. I swallowed. “I won’t.” Her smile was small. Dangerous. “We’ll see.”

The blindfold was yanked off, and I blinked against the sudden light, trying to focus. When my vision cleared, I found myself face to face with a man I did not recognize. He had a cruel smile on his face, and his eyes were cold and calculating. But there was something about him. “So, you’re the one making things difficult for us,” the man sneered, his tone full of contempt. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, my voice muffled by the tape. He signaled to one of his men, who ripped the tape off again, this time leaving my lips burning.

“I’d very much like it if you could leave the house today with us agreeing to be allies and friends. If we take away the duct tape, can you agree not to shout?” He stares at me for a second but then slowly nods. I look up at Jerome, who takes a step forward and holds Ivan’s head steady as he rips the duct tape from his mouth. The tape makes a vicious ripping sound and Ivan groans, his face red over his mouth and cheeks.

Pockmark Mask now. ***

What's it with silk ,red , gray and black color? "I will be back in twenty, make sure you are done and ready, Okay?" Tacy told me as she was on her way out of the room. " Alright, I will . See you then. " I waved at her. Before she left , she turned to me and smiled. She asked"Wait, you can see the marks on my neck ?" Surprised at her question, I answered"Yes I can. Is it meant to be invisible ?" She just nodded her head on both sides and said "It's a tattoo , imprinted on me by my love."

He was following the conversation in silence. “Our protection spell is strong and powerful.” The advisor emphasized the middle sentence. “The problem is, our opponent knows how to break the spell.” “What about invisible spell?” “Darren…” The advisor looked at him tiredly. “Don’t make it look that we taught you nothing all these years. There’s no such thing as invisible spell.” “He’s right, Darren. Naked eyes are able to catch any visual object except if it hidden under a camouflage.” “And human can’t be a camouflage, they can only be covered by the camouflage.” Added the advisor.