Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Louise felt like a monster on display, with no privacy at all.

She clenched her hands into fists, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain.

However, amidst this deep shame, a strange and perverted desire quietly grew deep in her heart.

This desire confused and frightened her, and she didn't understand why she felt this way.

Perhaps the humiliation and repression during this period of time had distorted her psychology. She longed for attention, even in such a humiliating way. She longed for a sense of control, even if this control was based on being enslaved by Fisk.

This perverted desire was like a vine in the dark, tightly entwining her heart and making her unable to extricate herself.

As time went by, Louise actually developed an indescribable fascination with this feeling.

Deep down, she began to enjoy the feeling of being noticed, even though it was with contempt and ridicule. She seemed to be trapped in a dark vortex, unable to extricate herself. This obsession made her feel both excited and scared. She knew it was abnormal, but she couldn't resist. She struggled with contradictions. On the one hand, she felt disgusted with this change in herself, and on the other hand, she couldn't get rid of the strange attraction.

She secretly glanced at Fisk who was walking in front of her, her heart filled with resentment and helplessness. She hated Fisk's cruelty and humiliation to her, but she knew that she had no power to resist.

She could only follow him silently and endure it all. Louise's heart was filled with despair. She didn't know when such days would end, nor did she know where the fate of herself and her child would go.

But she knew that at this moment, she could only endure and wait for that glimmer of hope, while at the same time being troubled by that perverted desire, struggling in pain and contradiction, and that strange obsession followed her like a shadow, making her fall into deeper confusion.

Standing at the elevator door.

Fisk reached out and touched Louise's hair.

It's like smoothing a dog's fur.

"What a good dog."

"Here, hold this in your mouth.

Hold it in your mouth, this is the hope of saving your son." Fisk took out the Shabak Crown from his arms, which was the reward he received in the art gallery.

Of course, he has never worn it, because once he put it on, he would, to some extent, become a puppet of the demons in hell.

However, this thing was originally made of a very rare metal, which was extremely valuable, and it contained the power of the Demon Lord, so it could be used as an item of exchange.

Although, using this thing to exchange for a garbage vampire's soul.

But for Fisk, this is just a waste of time.

Besides, the prospects of vampire potion are nothing compared to vibranium.

Therefore, it is worthwhile to use it for exchange.

Louise held the crown in her mouth in humiliation. Fisk's face suddenly turned cold. He slapped Louise in the face and said, "What? Are you unhappy? Who are you showing your bitter face to?"

Louise's head tilted to one side by the sudden slap, and a red palm print instantly appeared on her face.

She still had the Shabak crown in her mouth, tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes, but she didn't dare let the tears fall.

She knew she couldn't anger Fisk, otherwise all her efforts would be wasted.

She slowly turned her head, her eyes full of fear and obedience, trying to adjust her expression to make herself look less painful, and she smiled miserably. Her lips trembled slightly, but she dared not make any sound.

Fisk looked at Louise without a trace of pity in his heart. He said coldly: "Remember, everything about you is in my hands.

If you dare not obey, I will make you and your son pay a heavy price."

After saying that, he pulled the chain hard and walked into the elevator with Louise.

Louise could only follow him silently, with the crown in her mouth, her heart filled with fear and anxiety.

Chapter 178 Transaction.

The Crown of Shabak has been activated.

Hell also became lively.

Sitting on the throne in the center is Lucifer, who was once the brightest angel in heaven but has now fallen and become the ruler of hell.

He was wearing a gorgeous black robe with mysterious runes flashing on it, as if telling of his past glory and present evil. His face was handsome and cold, and his eyes were burning with hellfire, which was intimidating.

On the left side of Lucifer is Mammon, the devil of greed. He is a burly man, exuding the smell of money. In his hand, he is playing with a huge gold coin, which is engraved with strange patterns. In his eyes, there is only wealth and desire. In order to obtain more wealth, he can do anything.

On the right is Asmodeus, the demon of lust. He has a handsome and evil appearance, and his red robe makes his figure look even more slender. His eyes are full of temptation and desire, as if they can make people fall into endless depravity. There is always an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, which makes people shudder.

There is also Beelzebub, the demon of gluttony. His body is huge, like a huge meat ball. He keeps chewing all kinds of food in his mouth, emitting a disgusting smell. He only has food in his eyes, and he can devour everything to satisfy his appetite.

There are many more besides these.

But they are usually very lazy.

The reason why they gathered here today was simply because they chose the wrong agent last time—Gis, who was easily killed by Fisk.

This means that all hell has almost been declared out.

However, they were not completely out of the game, because they also left a sacred artifact there.

Crown of Shabak

"Now, the crown of Shabak has been activated!"

A king with blue flames burning all over his body spoke first. His voice was low and hoarse, like a roar from the deepest part of hell: "This means that our layout in the human world has a new opportunity."

The other king, his body like a black mountain, moved slowly and made a dull sound: "Humph, if those things fell into the hands of ordinary people, I might be a little happy, but if they fell into the hands of that guy, I don't think we can get any benefit."

A king with huge wings and red eyes sneered and said, "Humans are always so stupid, easily driven by power and desire. Although that guy is very powerful and the gods behind him are extremely cruel, he is still a human being after all.

He actually took the initiative to activate the crown of Shabak.

That means we still have a chance.”

“Crunch, crunch, crunch…”

The sound of chewing came from the side, and everyone looked at Beelzebub, but soon everyone shifted their attention to Lucifer. The sound was actually made by Lucifer. He peeled a bucket of fried chicken in his hand without knowing when.

At this moment, he was constantly chewing and swallowing in big mouthfuls, not even leaving out the bone fragments, and swallowed them all into his stomach.

Beelzebub pretended not to care and reached out to take a piece of fried chicken, but Lucifer slapped his hand away. Then the latter smiled at the many kings of hell and demons and said, "You continue, don't worry about me."

Beelzebub withdrew his hand in dismay, but his eyes were still fixed on the bucket of fried chicken, and he swallowed unconsciously.

His huge body seemed a little aggrieved at the moment, and his eyes revealed longing and resentment, like a child whose favorite toy was taken away.

Beelzebub looked at Lucifer pitifully, his lips moving slightly, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to open his mouth.

The other kings of hell and demons looked at each other, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

They looked at Beelzebub's appearance, feeling a little amused and a little helpless.

But soon, they turned their attention back to the matter of the Crown of Shabak.

A demon with a body like a giant lizard cleared his throat and said, "Lord Lucifer, this Shabak Crown has been activated. What should we do?"

Its voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from deep underground. The huge lizard's body swayed slightly, and its scales flashed with a strange light.

Lucifer continued to chew on his fried chicken and said vaguely, "Don't ask me. I'm just here to listen."

He waved gently.

The aroma of fried chicken filled the air, mixing with the evil breath of hell to create a strange atmosphere.

At this time, a demon with green flames all over his body said worriedly: "Behind that guy is a god as powerful as Lord Lucifer... Facing such a terrifying existence, I think it is better for us to stay away from him."

Its body was surrounded by green flames that kept jumping, as if telling us that it was filled with anxiety, but its words and deeds were always flattering Lucifer.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and stopped chewing. He threw the fried chicken bucket in his hand to Beelzebub, who immediately smiled and threw the entire fried chicken bucket along with the paper shell into his mouth: "Okay, stop complimenting me. I'll go... Really, I can't count on you. I have to do everything myself!"

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Fisk drank Coke and looked at the crown suspended in the air. This was an empty and dilapidated square.

The ground was covered with traces of dragging. All the abandoned cars that were originally parked in the square were temporarily towed away.

Dozens of gunmen were scattered around, clearing out the approaching zombies to prevent them from getting close and causing trouble.

Louise was still on all fours, like a little puppy.

Louise looked at the Shabak Crown expectantly, with a strong desire burning in her eyes. She knew very well that vampires also had souls, and unlike humans who sometimes went to heaven and sometimes went to hell, if the soul of a dead vampire was not taken away, he would definitely be thrown into the embrace of hell.

Therefore, if there is any way in this world to resurrect her son, then making a deal with the Lord of Hell becomes the only option.

Her heart was filled with anxiety and uneasiness, not knowing whether this deal would be successful or what fate would await her and her son.

But she had no choice, for her son, she was willing to take risks and pay any price. She trembled slightly, a reaction of nervousness and anticipation, as if she was waiting for the verdict of fate.

The crown was in the air, constantly emitting light, flickering on and off, as if it were a breathing light.

Every time the mysterious light flashed, it was like a gorgeous firework blooming in the silent night sky, instantly illuminating the empty and dilapidated square. Under the reflection of the light, the drag marks on the ground seemed like ancient mysterious runes, telling of the hustle and bustle and chaos of the past.

The empty space left after the abandoned cars were towed away was now painted with a layer of magical colors by the light of the crown, as if it had turned into a mysterious stage.

The wind blew quietly, raising tiny particles of dust that danced in the light like lively elves.

Although the gunmen around were focused on clearing out the approaching zombies, they were attracted by the light from time to time. Their figures were looming in the interweaving of light and shadow, adding a touch of mystery to the tense atmosphere.

The dilapidated buildings cast long black shadows at the edge of the light, like silent guardians, witnessing the unknown events that were about to happen.

The rhythm of the flickering lights seemed like a silent melody, immersing the entire square in an atmosphere of tension and expectation.

The air seemed to be frozen, with only the flickering light dancing.

The crown suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and the sky was immediately covered with dark clouds.

The light was like a sharp sword, piercing the originally tranquil sky and stirring up the changes in the wind and clouds.

Thick dark clouds gathered quickly like a surging tide, layer upon layer, and an oppressive atmosphere instantly filled the entire square.

The wind suddenly picked up, whistling across the square, making people's clothes rustle. The dust on the ground was swept up by the strong wind, forming swirling dust columns.

The remaining debris of abandoned cars also rolled in the wind, making a sharp friction sound.

The gunmen stopped their actions and looked up at the sky nervously, unconsciously clenching their weapons, as if waiting for an impending storm.

Louise's eyes widened, with fear and anticipation intertwined on her face. She knelt on all fours, her body trembling slightly. The light of the crown made her feel unprecedented power and unknown fear. Fisk also frowned, holding the Coke in his hand tightly. He stared at the rolling dark clouds and the shining crown in the sky, secretly calculating the changes in the situation in his heart.

As the light continued to shine, the dark clouds in the sky grew thicker and thicker, and there was a faint sound of thunder rolling in the clouds.

The entire square seemed to be placed in the eye of a huge storm, waiting for the decision of fate.

But the movement came and went quickly.

The clouds and thunder disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The eye of the storm was also completely decomposed.