Man With The Upside Down Face Novels & Stories

"We aren't alone and very soon, the man we're with will come searching for us." He cocked his head in her direction. "Do you think I care?", the faceless man replied. He rolled back his shoulders, relieving some unseen tension in them before bringing a hand up to his head, pulling the hood off and revealing his face. He looked like a villain straight out of a comic book with a large, jagged scar running from his right eyebrow, across this eye and right down to his jaw. The spot where his right eye once was had been replaced by a gaping hole.

He was going to follow through. I had to get out. I had to keep my baby safe. I cracked my eyes open, squinting against the harsh light. My vision adjusted. A tall man stood at the other end of the room, hands stuffed in his pockets, his back to me. And there, hanging upside down, was a man covered in blood. Swollen eyes. Busted lips. His entire face was a mess. But his eyes. Green. Just like mine. He was staring at me.

Sensing what the masked man was about to say next, the man hanging upside down screamed, eyes wide with panic: “No—don’t you dare force him!! He knows nothing—he doesn’t understand anything! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! KILL ME NOW!” ***

The man with a mask over his face. *

"His mouth is filled with a punishment artifact. Take it out and take a look." When the tied-up man heard Caspian's evaluation, he looked at Caspian with a face full of resentment. At this moment, when he heard the words of Yvonne Johnson, he hurriedly nodded. The man's hands and feet were tied up. At the same time, his mouth was also tied up by a circle of red chains. A fist-sized ball was pierced through the rope, and more than half of it was stuffed into the man's mouth. As a result, the man's face was deformed and his facial features were all shifted, so his original appearance could hardly be seen.

“Please, can’t you just show me your face?” There was a pause. “If I do, will you stop crying?” “Yes.” The man lets out a sigh. “Alright. But do not freak out when you do.” He says and waited for me to nod my head before he pulled his hoodie down. I gasped. The man in front of me was like someone from television. Clear skin, sharp jaw, angular nose, even when he has a scar he was clearly good looking. The only thing that was out of place was his ears. They were sharp and pointed.

My eyes opened wide, I remember a man limping bloodied around Gangnam-gu street. Everyone was avoiding him, and I was there. The man with the bloodstained face fell in front of me, right on the pavement. What's more, I took him to the hospital. "That man is you?" "Yeah, that's me." For the first time I saw this man smile. And his smile looks so sweet, not like his face which has the aura of a murderer. "I'm a Mafia. What's more to remember people's faces, that's my specialty. And now you know..." The man's hand reached out to my face, he stroked it gently.

I craned my neck over the sea of faces bearing board of the name of their families, loved ones and others. It didn't take me long to see my name, KELVIN boldly written on a white board, held by a man in Black suit. I studied the man closely. This man was a mountain of black flesh and muscles. He was the biggest man I had ever seen. He had tremendous broad shoulders that was impressive and a face as ugly as a gorilla. His head was shaved and there was a knife scar that ran down the right side of his face from his eyebrows to the back of his chin. I didn't like the looks of him. He looks a lot more gangsta and dangerous.

She began to shake her head, ‘No, you go the wrong person, please…’ The man stood up, his shirt straining under the jacket. He was short, shorter than her but thickset and strong, with bulging muscles. But it was the expression on his face that terrified her. He displayed a joy in being sadistic and inflicting pain. It was obvious from the way his lips drew back in a sinister grimace which was supposed to be a smile, that he was a man who enjoyed being cruel. He took out a knife and stepping closer, he said, ‘Would you like to have a couple of tattoos on your face, pretty girl?’

The man opened the door of the room who was standing outside and the stinky stench hit his nostril that would make any normal person vomit their gut out but neither this place was normal nor were the people here. He entered inside with his cold face but his lips curled up in wicked smirk and a sadistic glint flickered in his eyes as he saw the condition of that man who was shivering in pain, he was hanging upside down from the ceiling, he was bleeding all over, his face had many dark violet-coloured patches and he didn’t have a single piece of cloth on him which was telling how efficiently his men had done their job. “move” he commanded sitting on the chair, putting his one leg on the other