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Master was now standing before me, separating me from Drake who was still on the floor. "What did you do to me you backstabbing bastard?" I hissed through my teeth. Master made no move and just crossed his arms, watching me. I couldn't read him, he was stoic and expressionless. If he wasn't going to answer me, then I would leave. I let my eyes wander around the room, looking for an opening. It was small, smaller than the rooms I was use to sleeping in. More importantly, it was a small stone room with no windows. I peeked around Master's shoulders and noticed a gate. Was I in a prison cell? Since when did the Manor have a dungeon? So I glared at Drake who had pieced himself together and stood

Master Song started panicking. Gon said, "I have assigned a guard for our Miss, he found out that someone was following our Miss but he couldn't find the identity of that person. That person followed her only till she reached her home and vanished suddenly. Master, if you may permit, I will follow her personally as of now."

He kept the telescope away, and he indifferently said, “God of War, Power of Almighty. If we let go now, we will only lose a tool like Anthony. But if we don’t let it go, I’m afraid that we’ll all be destroyed.” Weiss was shocked. Since he followed his master, he had never heard such timid words from him. In fact, his master had been killing people. On the west coast, he was even so incredible that he could kill anyone. So, he was known as “Master Centipede.” A powerful man like this would also feel frightened. It could be seen how scary the enemy they were facing now. Weiss curiously asked, “Master, isn’t our enemy Madame Quinn? Is this guy so scary?”

“You don’t need to keep your guard up with him.” I turned swiftly, relief and confusion mixing in my chest as I saw my master. “Master? What are you doing here? How did you know I was here?” “Because of him,” Master replied, pointing to a figure sprinting toward us. His hair was a fiery red, his eyes sharp and cunning like a fox’s. My heart lurched. It was Red.

"Duck! said the count at last whirlwinds in a deadly circle as a master swordsman, you should know for the second time that you were killed next to that titan ...!" "And I know in my turn that I would have been spared only with death by the calf's breath, come on, friend, you still crave me for a duel with parries and squabbles, I have my master, a worthy son of a gunsmith came from Marseilles, which honors the goblets, but also with the sword, and the most poisonous he does with death!"

I pushed Jenny off me (which took an immense amount of willpower, I can tell you) and got up to peer over the divider. Maurice was sitting on the floor with 288 standing opposite him looking his usual disinterested self. “288,” I said, “how do you feel about the Masters?” He looked up at me and shrugged. He’d never done that before. “They’re alright, I suppose.” I exchanged a look with Maurice. Golems weren’t supposed to talk like that. “Did you read the manual, 288?” I asked him. “Yes. Twice.” The manual had been full of information about how to take control of the Masters’ creations. 288 was one of those creations. Reading it must have been quite eye-opening for him.

"That, my dear, is none of your concern. The point is I shall not drink from you, and I shall serve this sentence as I should." "They say that love is blind, but in your case, I say it is rather foolish." "Genevieve, do I need to remind you who your Master is? It would do you well to remember where your place is." "I do apologize, Master; if there is nothing that you require from me, then I shall leave now." "No. I do not require anything from you." ...Anastasia POV...

Robert's father makes me get up from his son's dick by taking me by the neck and says, “I am the Master.” I wonder what Robert is thinking but I just see him extremely excited and wanting to get on the power's side, the father's side. The Master's cock seems gigantic. It is like a dolphin ready to dive into me. He pushes me towards the couch and lifts my legs up. He is on me like an animal, breathing heavily in my ear and pushing, pushing, pushing.

The two persons in front of her received their marks and when it came to her turn, the scent filled her nose. She felt shivers run down her spine. She moved to stand in front of Master. Leader of the Conquerors, Master was an enigma. His name was hidden and he didn't often make an act of presence. Except for today. When he looked down at her, he saw brown pupils staring back at him. They were shining in the dim light of the podium, glowing in the dark. He drove in them, searching for darkness. That's when he saw red and blood. Trauma.

Master threw me on the bed, and I bounced on it, almost falling to the ground at the force he threw me with. “Mas — Master?” I glanced up at him. His face was cloudy, and his eyes blood-red. He looked like he was ready to kill someone. And that caused my heart to skip a beat as I tried to think of what might have angered master. Could it be—? Shit! I'm in deep trouble. “Was she that good that you had to moan like a slut?”