Summary Of The Man In The Iron Mask 소설 & 이야기

He felt that nobody would sacrifice themselves for someone else. Although he disagreed, the masked man didn't dare to argue. A knock on the door interrupted their conversation. The masked man instantly went into a state of alert. He approached, asked for the password, and then opened the door. Two figures in black slowly entered, respectfully standing before the man hidden in the shadows. "Sir, the car is ready." "Okay, let's go." Catherine kept a close eye on the shadows, hoping to catch a glimpse of the man's face. However, these individuals were too cautious. The man hidden in the shadows not only wore a mask but also a large black robe that completely concealed his figure.

Tinsely shouted once more as they opened the door, and the man dragged her out roughly. "You better keep shut!" The man barked at her, he was now wearing a black mask on his face. "Who are you?" Tinsely asked as the man started to pull her towards the obsoleted house. The man stopped on his track, snapped his masked face at her, and growled. "You don't need to know about me, darling. What you should concern about is what I'm about to do to you." He snarled viciously, and a cold chill ran down Tinsely's spine.

But what chilled me the most was the sticky warmth of the blood running down my legs—mixed with pain, humiliation, and the desperate urgency to survive. My fingers trembled. My head spun. My vision blurred and cleared in short cycles. And still… I knew. I had to escape. Now. The masked man finally turned around. His breathing came out audibly through the mask’s valve—muffled but intense. His steps were slow, as if he were gauging my resistance. Then he knelt down, reaching out to examine me like I was just a body to be handled. But something was wrong. His eyes. There was something in his eyes.

"Come with me now, before another swarm of criminals rushes to this place," the masked man almost yelled startling Dede. The man had just saved her from only God knows what, but Dede was scared of him. Questions like, who is he and what does he want with her run through her mind. "Your safety first. You will have the answers to the questions on your mind soon enough," the masked man said in his robotic voice but very calm. "Okay, did he do an accurate guessing or is this person not human?" Dede thought staring at him confused about whether or not to go with him.

The mask man had a mischievous smirk on his face as he stared at the fallen lady, he glanced at her exposed laps and lust filled his eyes, the weapon on his hand with his footsteps going closer to her. "Stay away from me!" Somira screamed and crawled backwards, her eyes not leaving the masked man, "Do stay away!" She screamed again, "I don't have any money on me, please let me go" Somari pleaded, her eyes welled up in tears but the man was not moved by it, he walked towards her, his eyes on her body.

What the masked man said earlier did not change Ishak's mind at all. The man in the green mask looked over at Ishak. He said, "Do you know what the consequences of being stubborn are?" His tone was ice-cold as if he was announcing Ishak's death. Ishak raised an eyebrow, and he saw a hint of amusement in the eyes of the masked man, "You can fool the more simple-minded people, but you can't fool me!"

“I like to kill my enemies when they are in despair. I forgot to tell you that the masters from Somerland are all dealing with the attack of Falconia, so do you think they’ll have time to worry about you? Just die in despair obediently. As for our identities… We are the great…” “Shut up!” The masked man in the middle immediately stopped him. “Yes, Sir,” the man who had been talking big just now replied respectfully. “Get it done as quickly as possible. After we’re done here, we need to meet with the others. Just leave the people sent by Somerland this time.” “Yes, Sir!” When the masked man on the right wanted to make a move after speaking, his vision blurred and there was a chill in his neck

Either way, I wasn’t about to apologize. I looked up. The man holding me wore a dark, fitted masquerade mask that covered the upper half of his face, but it didn’t hide his features. He had a dominant, razor-sharp jawline, a mouth that curved into a devastating half-smile, and a powerful, magnetic stillness. He wasn’t a boy. He was a mature man, exuding the kind of authority that only came from immense wealth and power. His dark eyes locked onto mine through the cutouts of his mask, making me completely forget what I was about to say.

"You’re serious?” “You can only imagine.” She whispered. “What if your husband returns? He’s late, but he’s coming, isn't he?" "He won't be back for another hour," Elena breathed, her eyes locked on the dark fabric of his mask. "We have time. Keep the mask on. I don't want to see your face. I want the mask. I want the danger." "Listen, lady," the man growled, pulling his hand back. "This isn't what I do. It’s against my profession. I'm a thief, but I don't rape people. I have a code."