Arrastrado Al Infierno Novels & Stories

"A fucking monster you willingly offered your innocent little girl to. And oh, how you begged me to accept her" Mr. Santos' eyes widened in horror as he tightened his grip on the knife. "You..." "Torture me all you want," Sergio began, his voice barely above a whisper. Each word was a battle, fought through gritted teeth and labored breaths. "Fucking break me and strip me of everything, but know this—L'eternità all'inferno è di gran lunga preferibile a una fottuta vita senza Rosana. What I feel for her is infinite. Even if she does not forgive me, even if you kill me and my body fucking fades, my heart and soul would forever belong to her, even after death" [Eternity in hell is so much prefe

I was crying badly but he didn't listen to my cries. He holds a fistful of my hair and said, "I will break you so much that you will beg for your death but I won't give that to you". Then he tied my arms and threw me on the floor. He left the room and comes back with a tattooing machine. He grabbed my jaw tightly and said, "because of your father I lost everything...I will give you so pain..which will hurt your father then he would realize how it feels to see loved ones suffering. I will mark you as my property. I love to carve my things with my names," saying all this he laughed like a sadist.

I stuttered. He laughs like a devil and then his eyes became red. Why does that scene so fucking familiar? Instead of running, I stared at him and feel the weight of his deadly stares. “You’re not animal, but observing the girl’s that you’ve killed you’re worst than an animal.” I spat angrily at him but he just stared at me smirking. I tell you, this creature whatever he is, he is so creepy. He advances towards me I stepped back. “You have a lot of nerve to say that to me, and yet I can hear your heart pumping like crazy.” He said as he’s twirling my hair, he even made a sign like a heart that’s pumping. Fuck I’m so screwed.

It wrapped around her ribs, sank into her stomach, dragged cold dread through her veins. “I’m in Hell,” she whispered. Her voice cracked. The words felt foreign, impossible, but true. “I’m really in Hell.” Dragged here. Carried here in his arms. Taken like she was nothing more than a prize he’d ripped from the earth. Like an offering stolen from an altar—except she’d never knelt willingly. Her pulse thrashed. Another scream ricocheted off the stone—closer this time. Less muffled. As though whatever was suffering had moved nearer to the chamber. Or something had moved it.

His dark, repulsive eyes bore into mine with sickening satisfaction, as if he couldn’t be happier about this vile situation. I try to pull away, but his arms only tighten around me. “Please, I don’t want this,” I beg him, desperation coloring my voice. I’m at a loss for what else to do. Deep down, I knew being a Perazzo would come with a price, but this nightmarish scenario wasn’t what I had ever imagined. “I could never be the kind of woman you desire. I’ll fight you with every breath in my body, and I’ll never accept you.”

I waited a long time, but he just couldn't stop. Finally, I let myself lean gently against his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Dad…Mom… I'm sorry…" I could feel someone shaking me, but I couldn't open my eyes no matter how much I tried. "Open my eyes and look at me, Kate! Please don't do this! I'll take you home! I'll take you right now!" The moment he lifted me, my hand slipped down limp and weightless, like a puppet with its strings cut. Jason froze for a moment, his body trembling hard.

The stench of blood filled the air, a sickeningly sweet scent that clung to Allistair’s form. Azran’s face contorted in agony, his eyes wide with disbelief as life drained from him. His wings, once proud and radiant, lay tattered and broken, feathers drifting like fallen stars. Lucifer turned, and Allistair was drenched in the Arch Seraph's blood, head tilted like a predator, breathing heavily as if the kill had thrilled him.

Thoughts cloud, pressing heavy, suffocating. How did I end up here? After Varyn humiliated me, I thought I’d buried him. I thought I’d escaped. And yet his mistake of a mark still scorches me, a brand I asked for and he dishonored me for it , now it’s burns in my thighs , one that chains me even in freedom. Now I’ve found love again—real love, the kind that burns true. Rauth, my fated mate. My salvation. And yet the law stands, cruel and unbending.

° ° ° ~Lianna Black~ ‘Stop’ I pleaded as I faced the fire of his dark brown hues, his burning gaze boring whole on my body, igniting me to embers and turn to ashes. ‘Por favor, Señor... No más…’ I begged, raising my hand, succumbing to the pain of his torture. (Please sir. No more.) With the soap wrapped in a fluffy towel on his hands, Dante looked down at my weak state on a sandy beach. The sandcastle I built for hours crumbling down, the beach taking back the sand that it owned.

a slut. "He stands up and drags me with her." Come, get up, I'm going to finish with you once. We head towards I don't know where, everything is cloudy by the smoke that prevents me from seeing. However, I notice that there is a rope and a bench later. I tensed at that time. "What are you going to do?" "I plan to end this once and for all." "But we don't go to the rope and the bench but to the other side." There was a huge glass drawer. It was like a showcase. "Where are you taking me?" I ask. I try to struggle and get rid of her but it is impossible for me. "To your certain death." I swear I will love to see how you drown. "We climbed some ladders until we reached the surface of the showca