The Prisoner In The Mask Novels & Stories

The head of his cock nudges my entrance and the heat of him against my swollen, desperate pussy makes me whimper. “Look at me,” he says. I look. Dark eyes through the mask. Jaw tight. The tenderness and the danger existing in the same face. “You’re not a prisoner right now,” he says quietly. “You’re a woman who asked for this. Remember that.” He pushes in.

"My apologies, Mr. Bodeen. Just escorting our next guest." A tall man in dark suit stepped into view behind Dominic. Wearing an Aurelian Group security uniform. My blood turned to ice. The guard's eyes swept the room, casual at first, then landed on me his brow furrowed, and I watched him tilt his head slightly like he was trying to place something familiar. Nick's hand was still wrapped around my wrist. The security guard's gaze dropped to where we were connected, then back up to my masked face. I saw it happen. Saw the exact moment recognition started to dawn in his eyes. He opened his mouth like he was about to call my name.

Also, the way he smelled. I stiffened. That scent. I knew that scent. It was him. Or at least, it smelled like him. The man from that night. The one who had haunted my thoughts ever since. Why does this giant smell so much like the stranger from that night but looks nothing like him? “If you give her to me,” the masked man continued, “I will marry her tonight and take her to my kingdom.” His kingdom? I couldn’t hold in my gasp. What the hell was happening? One second, I was being humiliated beyond belief, and now some masked giant wanted to claim me?

The man turned around and the Alpha flinched back in fear, he squinted his eyes when realized the man's wearing a very hideous mask. "You don't have to know who I am, all you should know is, I'm your savior" the mask man said. The Alpha gulped, he rose to his feet and dust off the dusts on his pants. "Then why did you save me? There must be a reason, right?" he asked. "It's obviously because I need your help and you can't help me while you're in prison" The Alpha laughed at the man's words, he shook his head and sighed.

Elaine vaguely guessed something and stared at the scar-faced man, on guard. The man waved a fruit knife in his hand and said, "Miss Smith, don't panic. I've already said that as long as you cooperate, I'll release the person immediately." At that moment, another man wearing a black mask stood in the corner and suddenly coughed softly. The masked man immediately stepped back, his cold gaze fixed on Elaine's face. He pressed the fruit knife against Elaine's cheek.

—He just nods and heads toward the hallways leading to the elevator. He handed me an envelope with relevant information. 'To corner your enemy, you must know how to trap him.' Once outside, we went straight to room "P." One of the guys guarding the door handed me the mask. I must admit I missed it. Although the bastard is going to die, why not add some drama? So I take it and put it on. Like all the others, he's half-naked on a stretcher, tied up, with that familiar look of hatred and fear I know so well. A small bonfire with burning coals was about three meters away.

I breathed through my nose and strutted inside, my night vision so impeccable, that I didn't even miss a step. I took the steps that led down to the basement, the sounds of chains clanging at my approach greeting my ears. I didn't halt my movements, walking briskly with my blank facial mask firmly in place until I stopped before the bars holding the prisoner inside. "What do you want?" The dry croak of the man held captive here speaks out. "What, no warm welcome for me today?" I spread my arms; a humorless grin spread on my face. "There's no welcome for the likes of you!"

One person, with a hoodie black jacket and black jeans, covered with his face by face mask, entered the state prison ( jail). He stood in front of the jailor's desk and pulled out a blue blank card and put it on the desk. Jailor raised hu face and looked at the person. He quickly stood up and with hesitation asked " Sir… can you. Please remove our mask?" " What ? " that man's cold and dominating voice fell on the jailor and he was scared.

The entire room was surrounded by gunmen, all pointing their guns at me and I knew not to do anything foolish, after all, Axwell will find me and I'll get my revenge. He took a step back and a guard came and placed a black leather mask over my face, "I hope you like the mask I made for you." The guard then stepped back and Carter placed his hands behind his back, maintaining a straight posture which did not rival mine, "you are not allowed to take off that mask, until you're alone or with those in authority," Carter instructed, "welcome to your new home, American Don, or should I say, Prisoner VII."

The guards dragged the prisoner away. I said nothing more. at least not yet. Later that night, I descended into the dungeon alone. The guards hesitated when I arrived. I didn't blame them, of course, the sight of me in my full night armor and face half-shadowed by this mask that looked like hood would make even grown ass warriors pause. “I’ll see him alone,” I said. Inside Cell Three, the prisoner was chained to the roof, his hands spread apart and his deets placed in suspenders. He had dried blood on the corners of his mouth and on his sides.