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She tapped the speaker until someone spoke from the other line. "Hello, who's this?" Ashley cleared her throat, "This is Ashley, Ashley Winston, Master." She was nervous, afraid that he might end the call, ignore her as she disturbed Klaud's father. But to her surprise, Chris Anderson laughed sweetly, breathed heavily upon hearing her sweet, angelic voice. "Oh, my sweetest Ashley! How long have you been in the country? I thought you will stay there for good." He was talking about the far, secluded village in the country. Her parents owned an exclusive subdivision for rich people, they let them rent the lot but away from the mansion.

And Fantasy was His masterpiece. Invitation-only and wrapped in secrecy, the club existed beneath layers of silence and reputation. No websites advertised it openly. No public guest lists existed. Access came only through whispered recommendations, careful vetting, and the rare blessing of an invitation personally approved by The Master Himself. Inside, however, Fantasy became something entirely different from its modest exterior. It breathed.

Two nights earlier, I had stood alone inside his private study praying for the walls to swallow me whole, the memory still clung to me like ice beneath my skin, I remembered standing outside his office doors while armed guards watched silently from either side. “Knock,” one ordered. My shaking knuckles barely touched the wood when he answered. “Come in, Leah.” Even his voice frightened me, I stepped inside carefully, lowering my gaze immediately the way the Mothers had trained us since childhood. The Master sat near a glowing television screen, one arm resting comfortably against a dark leather chair. Candlelight flickered across polished shelves lined with forbidden books ordinary members w

Zhang Wei came out to hear his master. "Master actually we are here for........" "Here for what? I knew that you two are unkind but never expected this from you two. Get lost from my eyes." Master became mad at them. He was disappointed at them. They left from that place. "Why did you do this Chenguang?" "I am so sorry Zhang Wei. I couldn't control myself." "What will I do with your sorry? Listen I have a plan. Today we will steal the book from master's room"

The Cult Master let out a sigh and said, “Darling, everyone said that within the seven volumes lies a big secret upon careful reading. Unfortunately, I’ve been carefully reading for so many years with no clue! I’ve thought about it. Perhaps I’m not as smart as you, therefore I’ll leave it with you tonight. Perhaps you could learn something from reading it.” Monica was his most trusted person in the world. Monica smiled and agreed since all she wanted now was for him to leave. “Alright.” The Cult Master sounded pleased upon hearing that. “Thank you, my darling. I’ll leave you to it.” He waved and walked away after finishing his words. Darryl let out a long sigh of relief upon hearing his foot

"I'm so sorry Master, I didn't mean to peek. I was just trying to get fresh air and then I saw that man kneeling down and then..." "Shut up." He glared, cocking his gun and pointing it at her head. "I hate when people peek or eavesdrop on things. Things they're not supposed to hear. How many lives do you have Bambi?" He asked. "None. I thought I had a life but right now seeing the situation I'm in Master. I don't have a life." She mumbled and he nodded, bringing the gun down. She was his after all and sooner or later he'd make sure she would become as docile as they all come to be after he was done with them.

He said chuckling. "With me." He completed smiling at her creepily. She didn't say anything further. She decided to just ignore him and let him do whatever he wants. He looks like some gangster with messy hair and chains wrapped around his neck. Tattoos peeking out of his neck and hands. It crept her out. How can her master bring her to such a dangerous and creepy party? "Come on you don't have to lie. I know you're alone. I don't mind giving you a company for a night or maybe more." He whispered again taking a step closer to her.

Shaped like a rattlesnake, the man curled himself up on the wall. He pressed the barrel of his pistol against his neck and closed his eyes as if embracing a lover. He savored the feeling of power that enveloped him. He looked down at the unsuspecting humans moving to and fro the hallway, oblivious of the fact that somewhere in the building, danger was lurking and lying in wait for somebody that was being held in the building. They were right to be bothered. He'd not come for any of them. He'd come specifically for one person; one person who'd broken the code of conduct or was about to and was going to pay dearly for it with his life.

"I bought myself a very expensive present." Now, what would that have been? I ponder what I know of my Master. I know what he drives. He didn´t buy himself a flashy car. He doesn´t wear designer watches or jewellery, and his clothes, while smart and stylish, are not over the top. My Master has vanished off into the house. Is he avoiding me? Certainly, he avoided the question. "What did he buy himself?" I whisper to Michael. He eyes me sideways. "You figure it out..." he grins. And he disappears off after my Master.

he paused, "I do have a small dilemma, though." "And what is that Master Cole?" "I have only half of your payment ready. It may take me some time to come up with the other half as business has slowed considerably since my father’s illness. Rest assured that I will come up with it ... but I need beg you to wait until I can sell off a few of my things." He again talked faster than necessary.