The Prisoner In The Mask Novels & Stories

"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

“What? You don’t want to. Shall I go down my knees and suck your dick. Ooohh! I forgot! You don’t have one anymore. What to do?” “I am rather in a good mood. Don’t sully it!” He took out a white mask from his pocket and put it on my face. “Wear this, I don’t want someone seeing your face, especially your eyes. Leave it to tonight’s winner,” he laughed then disappeared around the corner talking to one of the guards.

I was no stranger to death in my life, but that didn’t mean I felt comfortable being around dead bodies at length. What was I doing here? Why was I chained to an embalming table? I jerked at my wrist restraints again with a feral snarl. The man behind the clown mask just chuckled again and pushed away from the wall where he was leaning. “Those handcuffs are made of titanium, and only I hold the key. Good luck getting out.” “What do you want with me?” I demanded. “Who are you?” There wasn’t an answer right away. I tried to make out the man’s eyes behind the mask, but the hood he wore over his head shadowed them and made it impossible to see the color. All I knew was that he was broad and musc

"Ah-ah-ah-ah!" He was extremely surprised by her sudden scream. He turned around in bewilderment, and the handsome man inside the labor camp looked like he wanted to kill him, glaring with bloodshot eyes and shouting, "Let go! Let go! You despicable scoundrel! I will kill you! I will kill you!" His frantic and mad yelling left the man in the red robe blinking a few times, turning to ask someone, "What's going on?" Alpha Levi, still calm, pulled the yamen back in place, "Are you steady?"

I stepped back and let Mark in the front. Just as I was about to walk after him, Mark shouted. He covered the face of the intruder, it was a man. Both of them fought each other, I couldn't see the face of the intruder because he had on a black mask. My hands shook, as I gave a sign for Tina and Misan to come out. Thank God that mark was stronger, he pinned the mask guy to the ground. The guy struggled to release himself, but to no avail. “Who are you?” I yelled.

he ordered with much more authority. The young woman trembled as she heard him again... She knew she had no choice but to obey him... So she slowly turned around and closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes with her heart pounding in her temples, she let out a frightened scream. Not only was the man holding a weapon, he was wearing a... mask. A mask that covered the upper right side of his face including his eye and forehead... The mask was made of steel or iron, she didn't have time to make the distinction in her head. It was not frightening but she did not expect it... The other part of his face was rather normal. He was shirtless and wearing simple mini shorts. He was the kind of han

He made his way back down through ops before taking another set of stairs down to the basement where they kept prisoners and held interrogations. Rose smiled at him when he came down, "who are you here for, boss?" "Whoever Ray and Air brought in last night," Dean looked past his prison manager to the guards stationed outside the occupied rooms, watching as they all stood a little straighter in his presence. "I figured as much," she gave him a sly smile, "just figured I'd asked," "Always one for formality," Dean smirked, "where is he, then?" "B6," she pointed to the guard in front of the door who gave him a sharp nod.

DINDO TRIED to escape from his captors. He had a chance to sneak out as the guards came out. He hurried out and looked around. The guards were outside so he hid in a dark corner first. He was very shocked and almost screamed when someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder. He was immediately nervous and he knew it was one of the comrades of those who abducted him. He looked at it slowly. He was already pale with nervousness. When he turned around he was surprised that the woman was wearing a mask. He was sure it was one of the comrades of those who abducted him. Her face was covered and her clothes were all black like the one in front of him now.