Novel & Cerita Iron Hands Chapter Master

A shiver went down my spine at the deadly calm tone of his voice. This was a true Master. It wasn't shocking why everyone considered him the Alpha. Even Reed never questioned his word or his punishments. Mistress Alyssa bowed to him when she would just laugh at the other Masters. I was in awe and not afraid to admit a little turned on. A hand on my arm had me turning to Trev and saw him giving me a dark look as if he could read my mind. I flushed and looked down.

“Like I said Katana, I am only here for master and I will destroy anyone who tries to stand in my way towards him” A smirk appears on her face but she doesn’t say anything, turning on her heel she walks away and i slump back on the ground, my body hurts a lot, ******* Breathing in and out of the umpteenth time, I hold the handle of the door and gently push it open but I am stunned at the sight in front of me. A different girl is kneeling in front of Master with his d**k in her mouth and he is groaning in pleasure. Disgusted with myself and with him, I turn around to leave but he halts me right at the door.

they pleaded, tears streaming down their faces. "You're on mining duties," Master decreed, his voice devoid of empathy as he dragged me back inside the house. I was still reeling from the violence I had witnessed, my anger simmering beneath the surface. Master's eyes locked onto mine, a mocking glint in their depths. "That's it, no thank you, Master?" he taunted, his smirk infuriating me. I bowed my head, forcing out a meek "Thank you, Master" while seething with rage and a desire to defy him.

My skin burned as if set aflame. "I heard you’ve grown wings," he sneered. "Tell me why you’re still on your feet and not on your knees." I dropped to my knees instantly, trembling. "I’m so sorry." "Have you forgotten what I am to you?" he snarled. "No, I haven’t," I choked out. "Then say it. What am I to you?" "Master." "Say it again!" "Master," I whispered. "Now, tear off..." The door burst open and I raised up my head to see Thorne, Darien's Beta entered.

Unbeknownst to her, her timid, animal-like presence, skittish, wide-eyed, and radiating raw fragility had caught the unwavering attention of the Head Master. He stood at the far end of the bar, a towering figure exuding authority in a tailored black shirt that hugged his broad, muscular shoulders, his expression perpetually unreadable behind a neatly trimmed beard that added to his enigmatic allure. Known simply as "The Owner" or "Head Master" to the bar's elite clientele, he was a legend in this underground world—ruthless in his control, yet revered for his unwavering fairness and deep understanding of the human psyche.

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his

“Now… we prepare. The next wave will not be a mere taste. No. This time, they will know despair. They will see the futility of resistance. Every trap, every illusion, every shadow—they will feel it all. And I will watch.” The Master’s eyes swept across the trembling subordinates. “They thrive because of bonds, because of love. Connections that shield them, that make them stronger than any shadow I can conjure.” He paused, voice curling like smoke, almost savoring the words. “But all bonds have cracks, do they not? Weak points… moments where the heart falters. That… that is where I will strike.” A smaller subordinate shivered. “Strike at… the bonds, sir?”

he continued with his taunting. “Our network is much better than yours, so it would be easier to find his master if he stays with us, than if he is alone.” Orange Ivy couldn’t fight the urge to keep quiet, so although Black Hand prompted her to be silent she still spoke out, causing her master to sigh in resignation. “That’s enough Black Ink,” Steel Fist saw the need to interfere, and so she did. Her words were effective, for Black Ink didn’t say anything again. Suddenly a servant rushed into the hall and whispered something into Steel Fist’s ears. Her expression eased up a bit, and she announced that her Lord will be arriving soon.

My Master disappears from the room, to return a minute or so later with his briefcase and a bowl of ice cubes. Grinning wickedly, he opens the case, pointedly turning it with the lid facing back to me, so that I cannot see the contents. However, I recognise the spreader bar he produces. Quickly he shackles my ankles into the bar, spreading my legs apart so that I hover with difficulty between standing and supporting my weight on the cuffs. I am now stretched upwards, legs spread and my Master can circle me.

Shawn couldn’t understand how Isaac would put the crown on Master’s head if they were at each other’s throat right now. But the Master wasn’t bad on his own either. Even though he had the appearance of someone who would spend most of his time reading books, the Master’s movement was agile and quick. He managed to avoid all the harmful attacks that Isaac directed, moving in such a fluid movement that he didn’t appear to be fighting against Isaac. Shawn could instantly feel the big difference of power between Isaac and the Master. It couldn’t help but made him wonder if the Master had turned to the dark arts, wouldn’t he easily destroy the whole world with a flick of his fingers?