The Prisoner In The Mask Novelas e Histórias

A blaring alarm wailed. Not any moment longer, the door in my back opened. Electricity traveled through my body and I convulsed down the floor making me release the guy. Kicks were given to me. I crumpled in a circle, protecting my face. Then, everything stopped; I was raised to my feet by a new guy, also wearing the same mask. "Behave or your time will run faster." Defiance coursing in my blood, I tried to use my leg only to be restrained. A fist connected in my stomach. "Do not die before you could even fight. It will be no fun." The guy who has me in his grip whispered in my ears. He grabbed my wrist and connected some kind of a chip to it. The eleven hours before was magically cut into h

We move to the tables to make our hair and faces match our outfits. Izzy pulls my mask from her drawer, the one rule I always had. My face had to be covered. My family could not find out I was here and they dealt plenty with sleazy men. The masks leaves my mouth open, but covers the top half of my face. "You girls ready?" Thomas asks from the door when he peeks in. "Holy fuck. I don't think I'm ready. You two are delicious."

I couldn’t see his face or that of any of his counterparts as they all wore some kind of mask that covered their entire face leaving only their eyes visible. “I said get up now” he commanded again, this time at the top of his voice jerking me off the ground and out of Michael’s arms. I heard a whimper somewhere in the congregation as I was roughly pulled up. “Everybody stay calm and no one gets hurt” One other masked guy shouted from one corner of the room. I started walking towards the direction my captor propelled me. The tear that had been threatening to fall finally rolling down my cheeks. Why is this happening on my special day? I thought to myself.

he pleaded on his knees. “Then I’m also sorry,” the masked man said. The man on the floor was confused but the understanding set in when the masked man ordered, “Put him in the cage.” The man was horrified and continued to plead, thinking that he was going to be auctioned when the masked man instructed, “lift the cage.” The cage was lifted with chains to the ceiling when the final order came, “open the cage.”

I stumbled on something or………. So I thought but no it was someone.closing my eyes ,expecting to fall,but I didn’t instead I felt a strong arms pulling me close .curious to know ,who didn’t freak out due to my ugliness, I opened my eyes and saw him. THE MASK GUY that doesn’t associate himself with anyone.he likes been alone just like me but the difference is that he hates people associating with him he usually shun them to stay away from him but me ,no one wants to come close to where I am .

I held his gaze across the broken porcelain. "I'd rather have nothing than be your prisoner." Something moved in his face, a hairline fracture in the mask, there and gone so quickly I might have imagined it. Then he straightened, took out his phone, looked at the screen with the controlled irritation of a man whose evening has been interrupted by something that requires immediate attention.

A gasp escaped my lips as the light shone on Nana, seated on a chair in the middle of the large room, her mouth gagged and fear written all over her face. A man, dressed in black and in a black mask stood behind her with a gun to her head. "No!" I whispered as I looked on. "So this is the knight in shining armor?" A voice came from my right and I almost jumped out of surprise. There was another man dressed like the first man, sitting on a chair to my right. "Who are you and what do you want?" I asked angrily. "I just want what is mine." His voice was so calm as he spoke. It was eerily calm, like he had done it numerous times, and taken the lives of some unlucky few.

The mr on mask ordered me. “I’m not going to keep quiet until you let me go!!!!!!,” I cried out. “Why do you think I will let you go?” He questioned me. “You will let me go because I’m innocent,” I voiced out as tears were still running out from my eyes.” “You aren’t innocent neither are you guilty,” He stated. “Who are you!!!!!!!,” I questioned him. He removed the mask and I was so shocked. YOU!!!!!!!!!! You came after me??????????

The memories came flooding back. Luca's men, the black sedan, her kidnap, the masked man that helped her. It was happening again. She could barely hear Harrison yelling, barely see her father stepping in front of Maria with his face pale with fear, all she could see was that mask. The masked man twisted, managing to break free from Harrison’s hold. He moved with deadly precision, reaching for a knife strapped to his belt. Before he could strike, Harrison tackled him, sending them both crashing into the coffee table. The table crashed

And since leaving the prison, I could finally breathe. I leaned against the table and let my gaze wander across the crowd. There were masked faces everywhere, making it hard to tell who was who. A man standing near at the other side of the ground caught my attention. He was tall. Broad-shouldered. And was dressed in a black shirt and pants that seemed to have cost a fortune. A dark mask covered the upper half of his face. Even from a distance, he was ridiculously handsome. The ladies in the party couldn't get their eyes off him. Apparently, I had become one of them.