The Prisoner In The Mask Novels & Stories

He hadn’t fully understood what that meant until now. Everywhere he looked, the ultra-elite were shedding their daytime restraint. In a shadowed corner near the main salon bar, a statuesque redhead in a feathered gold mask had her back pressed against the wall while a man in a black-on-black suit—Ken recognized him as a prominent hedge fund manager—kissed her throat with open-mouthed hunger. His hand moved under her long dress, fingers working skillfully as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. No one around them batted an eye. This was the Hamptons after dark. At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne.

"Well, well, that was pretty easy, wasn't it?" "Who are you?" I asked the masked man. If he could take down those men in minutes then he wouldn't waste more than three seconds on me. "Who are you? Please.. please help. I was captured. I.. I swear, I'll pay you. I have money. Just please...let me go please." To my shocking surprise, he started laughing. "You need to work on your speeches, Laurel. I'm afraid this one just isn't the one." And then, he took off his mask.

“Good bye, Damian Rodriguez… Say Hello to Lucifer for me..” the stranger walked towards the bed with the intention of injecting unconscious Damian but when he lifted the sheets a Glock was pointed at him… It was a f*Cking trap! “I've been waiting for you..” The man in a mask was surprised and turned around to escape but the guards who were outside had also walked inside the room while pointing their guns at him.. He was surrounded and of course there was no way he could escape…

“Good bye, Damian Rodriguez… Say Hello to Lucifer for me..” the stranger walked towards the bed with the intention of injecting unconscious Damian but when he lifted the sheets a Glock was pointed at him… It was a f*Cking trap! “I've been waiting for you..” The man in a mask was surprised and turned around to escape but the guards who were outside had also walked inside the room while pointing their guns at him.. He was surrounded and of course there was no way he could escape…

What is going on? I shook my head in disbelief. I must find out what happened myself. I quickly went for the bars of the cell and held it firmly. I shut my eyes and immersed myself into the past. In my visions, Diane and her mom were in prison when the masked men killed the guards and unlocked the door to the prison. To worsen it, both Diane and her mom looked delighted rather than surprised. They seemed like they had been expecting the rescue before now. “What took you so long!” Mrs. Margaret asked calmly. This is unreal. How did he know who he was even with the mask on?

When Naomi looked up at the prison gate, she had a bad feeling in her heart. "Let's go." After Zach opened the car door for her, Naomi took a big step toward the inside of the prison. At this time, a man dressed in black, wearing a black hat and a mask came out of the prison. It was not even possible to tell whether the person was a man or a woman. That person and Naomi brushed past each other. In a flash, Naomi stopped in her tracks, turned around quickly, and stared at the man's back. "Miss Green, what's wrong?"

The deep voice startled her. Honey looked up to see a tall man in an elegant black mask that covered the upper half of his face. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit with no tie, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone to reveal a glimpse of tanned skin. "Is it that obvious?" she asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt. He smiled, a flash of straight white teeth that contrasted with his dark mask. "You have that look of someone taking mental notes rather than simply experiencing it."

"What the...?" "We don't have time, so tell us which way The Gold Star is." Jack spoke again without a trace of kindness in his voice; there was only coldness exuding from his eyes and mouth. His hero mask was what Annette called his friend act. The man seeing the gun and his unconscious girlfriend, preferred to speak. "I don't know anything; it's a legend." "Speak now!"

" The masked man looked to the prisoner who had been beaten. The man was unable to hide his shocked expression just looked back at him. A murmur passed through the crowd Although anybody could tell. Their mind's were already made up. "They are in league with the traitors though!" "Maybe they were being recruited!" "Those of you who believe this is wrong, please leave the square immediately." "Truly though? You are able you are able to convince yourselves this?" asked the masked man as he approached one of the prisoner's chained to the stage. "How old are you son?" "I am eight years old sir." "Ah a truly terrifying age indeed. I see now why you people have taken such precautions on one so fri

But as his hand touched the heavy iron handle, he paused, turning back around with a small, subtle change on his face that most people in our pack would have completely missed, but I am not most people, and I saw the exact moment the mask dropped, because he put it down deliberately, a controlled reveal meant to show me exactly how sharp his blade really was. "There is one other minor thing," Gerard said, his tone still pleasant, still completely measured as he leaned against the doorframe. "I understand the prisoner has been wearing contact lenses, gold ones, long-term wear, from the look of them during the gathering when she was dragged into the light." The air in the room went completely