Invisible Face Tape Novels & Stories

He seated me in the front seat and instructed me to fasten my seat belt as he made his way to the driver seat. "If you promise to remain quiet, I will remove the tape; but, if you continue to make noise, I will replace it with a fresh one right away. You can bet I would do it too!" Astor forewarned me when his friendly stare could no longer be seen. I nodded in agreement. The tape is gently removed from my lips, and I can feel the stickiness of the strips as I wipe away all of my perspiration with my right shoulder from my struggle to keep my hands unbound.

“You look like a pedophile trying to sell candy, Mira. What the hell is with the mustache?” She shoved the small black kit into my hands fast, glancing over her shoulder. “Shut up, it’s part of the disguise, okay? Makes me look more masculine. And lower your voice, dumbass, we’re not exactly invisible here.” I stuffed the kit into my backpack quickly fresh suppressants, new binding tape that wouldn’t chafe as bad, a couple hormone patches, and the little spray that kept my scent locked down for another two weeks. “You’re late. I’ve been standing here like a creep for ten minutes.”

I want him blind with anger; it’s the only way he’ll make a mistake. He grabs the back of my neck and slams me into the floor, straddling my back. He pins my arms with his weight and begins winding the tape around my entire head. I fight him with everything I have, but I’m fading. The tape covers my mouth, catching my hair in the adhesive. He wraps it again and again, and for a terrifying second, I think he’s going to cover my nose. But he stops, standing up and looking down at his work.

I figured it was another condom, but I was too busy leaning up and biting on the skin below his nipple to look. What’s fair is fair. I was half right. He did remove another condom, but then I felt something cool slide around my wrist. I looked up. The roll of tape was red, but, strange, more like latex. “It’s bondage tape. I’ll stop if you want me to.”

I took out the concealer from the kit, this is what I usually use to hide my bruised wrists each time I get beaten up. I applied a little of it on my wrists making sure it toned the bruises then I dropped it back in the kit. I looked at my tummy in the mirror, no need using concealer, my shirt covers it enough. I took my shirt and wore it back quickly before anyone comes in and sees the bruises. I shoved the makeup kit back in my backpack and zipped my backpack close. I packed my hair into a ponytail and splashed some water on my face trying to lighten up a little bit.

His breaths came sharp and uneven, his whole frame trembling like he was on the verge of shattering. “Shit, shit, shit…” I scrambled, wiping blood off my chin with the back of my hand before fumbling through my bag. My fingers closed around the invisibility cloak. I yanked it out, shaking with urgency, and draped it over him. The shimmer spread, swallowing him from sight. “Just stay still. Please. I’ll handle this.” My voice broke halfway, but I forced it steady. He needed to hear steady.

"We need to remain the 'Hidden Faces.' The myth is more effective than the celebrity." The team adopted the "Masked Protocol." When operating under the LNI banner, they wore tactical gear reinforced with Aether-dampening mesh and high-impact masks that obscured their identities while projecting the LNI emblem. They were to be seen as a force of nature - faceless, efficient, and undeniable.

A scar stretched from where his jaw meets to the edge of his ear. His skin looked rough and darkened from being in shadows or from dirt. He didn’t feel his heart beating faster. His chest moved up and down equally. Even though he was wearing our clothing, this man was not an attendee at our school. Was he a spy? I pulled the duct tape back slow enough to prevent it from ripping, but I didn’t go easy on it. He didn’t show anything but confidence. “Are you going to let me know with whom you’re collaborating?” I spoke in a mild way.

He whispered back. He smiled again, and my hand flew to my eye again. Thentos took one of the young elves' shields and held in front of my face. I could see the light blue, silver tattoo that started at the corner of my right eye and swirled down in a beautiful, intricate design. It looked like a vine crawling out of my eye down to my cheekbone and the other half over my eye towards the corner of my eyebrow. I removed the crown and placed it around my neck instead, like a choker.

He was bulky and built like a linebacker. He had a thick nasty scar down the side of his face. It pulled at his mouth and made a permanent frown. I was fairly certain that the eye the scar went through was fake, some expensive glass. He was covered in tattoos that seemed to blur together and overlap one another. He wore a pristine black suit with a purple tie. All of my confidence disappeared, and I felt like a little girl staring up at a nightmare.