Hypno Slave 소설 & 이야기

Several young Werewolf nobles had surrounded one of the slaves, and one of them, a young man named Hollis, the son of a major under Haggoz’s command, was plucking at the robe of a smaller human, telling her to open it so he could see the slave’s body. Haggoz felt a moment of irritation. Hollis was sixteen and had little money to buy a love slave for himself. He and his friends were probably sight-seeing, and Hollis’s tone was beginning to get insistent as the slave he was bothering didn’t move fast enough for him. Haggoz was about to step around the little group—it was none of his business and young men were often fascinated by the pretty new slaves just off the trading ships. As a young man

“Who is your master, slave? He sneers. “Mr. Drake. I managed to say. (When I finally dared to face this monster, when I thought I could be able to conquer my demons. I think I'll be able to stand on my feet, but I was wrong. I can never win a monster like him, to defeat him I have to become a monster myself.) “Good. You finally acknowledge who your master is. You all may leave now, he told his guards. As they all walk away from the room, leaving us. “You won't die. My darling slave, I only whip you to help you reset your extinct brain, he clarified. So stop pretending as if you are dead already. His hand went to my bosom, squeezing my boobs roughly. It feels so good” he moans before pulling

It sounded like a massive, metallic heartbeat, ticking down the seconds. "The siphon is directly ahead," Marcus said, his voice stripped of its usual bravado as he looked at his own distorted reflections in the obsidian shards. "But the king had a defense mechanism. A psychic dampener. He used it to keep the slaves from uniting their minds during the conversion process."

The truly advanced hypnotists could even drive a person to insanity using hypnosis. It was terrifying! Jeremiah should be one such rare class of master hypnotists. She felt a chill run down her back as she recalled the dialogue she heard on the bug yesterday. Jeremiah mentioned that unless he nullified the mental barrier himself, the only way for her to snap out of it was if Blair died… After reading countless information about hypnosis, she came to understand that there was usually a “key” to nullifying its effects. The “key” could be a particular phrase, a person, a name, or an item…

Shaun’s handsome face paled. Someone had deleted programs from his brain? He laughed dryly. “This is impossible, Professor Lincoln. I’m not a robot…” Professor Lincoln put on a straight face. “No, as far as I know, Y country has an ancient hypnotic skill that does this. This hypnotic skill can tamper with a person’s feelings and memories. It can even go unnoticed by the person concerned.” Shaun’s brain rumbled. Hypnosis?

This was the naughty slave that was going to ride his dick to the fucking heavens, and she looked at him just like that being. "I… master… I… You said that last night but then…” She started to stammer, pausing a bit before continuing, “I can't be… I can't be caught here…with you… we should not be in this… this position, master." What she failed to realize was that he had long deafened his ears to words of reason, and he paid her no heed at all.

His face was just a few inches from mine and I could smell his cologne. Focus, Alora! I mentally scolded myself as Ares smirked. "I let you stay in my pack.." He started and I sighed in relief. Now that was a good option. "...and you become my slave." He finished and my heart stopped and I gasped in shock, looking up at him with wide eyes. My hands shook in fear as I suddenly felt cold, my blood freezing in my veins and my stomach knotted nervously. Be his slave! Be the slave to the most deadly Alpha, the Blood Alpha, Ares Delgado!

If I leave this room without him telling me to leave, then I'm definitely going to get into trouble. I'm a slave, and I have no choice than to watch my Master sleep. I sat on the bare ground close to the Master's bed, and continued singing. Furthermore, I sang for sometime before I fell asleep despite the fact that I tried as hard as I could to stop myself from sleeping. Axel's POV One hour later, I didn't hear the slave singing, and I still didn't hear the master's voice. Neither did I hear any groan nor moan coming out from the master's chambers.

He pulled her closer to his face and lifted Penny on her toes. Penny gulped as fear surged in her heart. Her hands pushed him on the chest to make some distance. “Wh— what?” she asked. “You are my slave! I have bought you from a brothel, which means your body belongs to me. If anyone as much tries to come near you, I am going to crush their skulls, pulverize their bones.” There was a wild look in his eyes—with a mixture of possessiveness? His breath was hot against her face. Not able to bear the agony, he leaned in and kissed her on her lips crushing them under his force. He licked her lips.