Novel & Cerita Avengers Fanfiction Peter Abused

Alpha Conard’s P.O.V. Warning !!! Mature content (18+) The story contains scene of sexual abuse, s*x and extreme bulling. A lot of descriptive forced scenes are included. I was standing near glass wall and look out over the snow falling on the black trees across the glass wall. Today was a big day for me. Everyone wait for that day with happiness but I was not happy either. My past was echoing around. Every one of us is suffering from an anonymous torment somewhere, which cannot be described. Some accidents happen in a person's life in such a way that he cannot forget them even if he wants to. People say that time heals every wound. But what if time could not make up for someone's shortcomin

Yoldes with his face puffed and beaten up craned his neck in a painful strain. " Auk!" he tried to speak but all he could do was make a grunt. he had been brutally and severely beaten to the point that he could barely speak. His lips were all swollen and he was riddled in wounds all over. Yoldes cursed the day he met Alphonse and regretted ever crossing path with Jason and the moon blood pack. Even being a werewolf, he could only tolerate so much suffering. Although he wasn't beaten to a point where he sustained injuries of a third degree, the fact that he was beaten over and over again, left his psyche brutally bruised. it was the feeling of having to suffer hurt and pain over and over agai

How I was still standing was a misery to me. Finally, I got to Jarod, and with his touch, I came back to the present and stared at him with tears stained eyes, not believing he could be such a beast. Has he no feelings? He smirked down at me and pulled me into his lap. His head went down to my chest; he took one of my nipples into his hot mouth, bit hard, and sucked. I cried out in pain and tried to push him away. I could hear his men cheering him on. The only people who refused to touch me were Clyde and Viktor, and I could not even meet Clyde's gaze; he looked so mad, his fisted hands at his side.

Abhimaan added in a fake sweet voice "You know, I was very impressed with you knowing that you did not break even after one month of torture, but now you are disappointing me. I thought I would appreciate you after meeting you but you are spoiling everything by fearing me like this. come on, be a man, don't be a pussy" "I won't tell you anything" stuttered Peter, hearing which Abhimaan let out a dark chuckle that send shivers to his butchered body. Peter started sweating, his body started shaking and his heart started beating so loudly that it felt like it was about to come out of his mouth. Abhimaan was enjoying seeing fear in his eyes. He wanted to torture him but when he saw his condition

No one else deserved to look at them, no one but us. Raven sat stiffly, her entire body was exhausted. She was scared, So damn tired but we didn’t care. One thing is that her pussy likes us so we were here for one thing only—to punish her, to drive her insane until she had no choice but to run away with her mother. And so far, we were succeeding. She wasn’t eating anymore as her tray sat untouched, the chicken soup congealed into a disgusting mess and the once-crisp bread was now soggy from neglect which was obvious that she lost appetite.

I breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out t

"And miss tonight's fun?" "I wouldn't be surprised, Ava" she responded, emphasizing on my name. "Now get your ass there and fucking get my money for me, will you?" "I'll think of that," I joked, walking away from the counter to attend to my client. "You better!" She yelled. I rolled my eyes, clutching the badge in my hand. The badge was something I hated deep to my bones since it had done nothing but reminded me of who I was. An Alpha's daughter that was now nothing but a prostitute. A lowly werewolf that has to give her body in exchange for money because that.. that was the only way she could survive and it was all his fault.

“But let’s be real, you’re too fat and ugly to ever be addressed as an Henderson.” Her words sliced through me like a blade, sharper than anything Peter had said. I blinked rapidly, my vision blurring as tears spilled freely down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent sobs, the pain tightening its grip on my throat. I turned to Peter, hoping, praying, for some sign that he would stop this cruelty, that he would stand up for me. But Peter said nothing. Not a single word. His cold silence spoke volumes. The look in his eyes was clear, he wanted me gone. He wanted me erased.

" You're crazy Peter. And you're wrong. You're stupid. You've always been and you'll always be. Flynn is the man I love, I've always loved Flynn..," " Oh yeah? Did you forget how that bastard son of a bitch fucked the life out of you back then?! Even if your childish brain thought that was love what did he do?! He kept betraying you over an over again. Pretty boy couldn't even remain loyal to you. Why?! Because you're a fucked up bitch!" " You're a loser! Peter that's what you are!" He slapped me across the face again. My cheeks were burning from his slaps but I didn't care. As long as I get to manipulate him to let down his guard.

she whispered, voice trembling, but Peter only chuckled, the sound low and cruel, carrying a weight of menace that made her stomach twist. “Till the time he finds out, I’ll finish all this,” Peter said, his words crawling over her like venom. His hand reached out slowly, deliberately tracing a finger along her cheek. Saraya’s body recoiled violently, but the chains held her in place. She turned her face away in desperation, trying to escape his touch, but Peter’s grip on her chin was sudden and brutal, forcing her face toward him. “I’ve waited for so long,” he said, voice low and menacing, “but not anymore.” His lips descended toward hers, and instinctively, Saraya spat in his face. The sigh