The Prisoner In The Mask 소설 & 이야기

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.

The man with a mask over his face. *

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.

Instead, he simply sighed in irritation. “Enough of this shit.” he said and in one swift motion, the figure reached up and ripped the mask off his captive’s face before tossing it onto the floor. The mask skidded across the wooden boards as the man pinned against the wall was finally exposed. The figure leaned in slightly, staring directly into the terrified eyes of his victim. “There,” he said coldly. “That’s better.” The blade pressed harder against his throat. “Now I’ll give you one last chance,” the figure continued quietly. “Where is she, Paul?”

She’s just a little girl who wanted to have fun and wanted a few days off. She got out to have fun but she got kidnapped instead. I’m sure she would have a bad perspective about a life outside the mansion. I heard footsteps coming our way and soon someone entered. I gaze warily as one of the masked men who kidnapped us entered with a tray in his hand. He's smirking as he sets down the tray of food. I can see his eyes gleaming with malice behind the mask he wore which covered the upper part of his face and the lower part leaving his eyes, nose and mouth exposed.