Beautifully Painful Novels & Stories

he ordered again. “It’s pain,” she said, a catch in her voice. The crop left her ass where it rasped over sensitive, marked skin. “Too much?” There was worry in his voice. A promise that if she said the word, he’d stop. “No!” Her protest was immediate. A denial. She didn’t want him to stop. “It’s pain and then it’s pleasure,” she whispered. “Beautiful, exquisite pleasure. Like nothing I’ve ever felt. The pain is just pain. But the pleasure is indescribable. It makes me crave the pain because I know what will follow.”

Fitch Pain was an inadequate word. It was too small, too tame, too human to describe what tore through me. One second, there was nothing—no warning, no pressure, no omen. The next, it lunged like a wild animal, sinking its fangs into every nerve in my body at once. It came brutally fast and vanished just as quickly, but in those few seconds, it felt as though I had been flayed alive for hours. Yes. That violent.

She tugs against the binds that are tying her to the chair but all to no avail. "Do I have your attention now?" I ask her. "Pain is such a beautiful gift," I pull the scalpel out and she jerks before biting on her lower lip until she draws blood. "All this pain you're experiencing, it's blocking you from understanding anything. All you know now is pain. Isn't the brain amazing?" I bend to her level, and the amount of blood gushing out of her wounds and spilling onto the floor is a beautiful sight. I refuse to to resist the urge to poke my finger in the bleeding cut so I do just that. I insert my finger in it and press on it till she's screaming and her blood is spilling uncontrollably. "Wow,

What are you willing to sacrifice? He snapped his fingers and Juliette clenched her hands into fists and pulled again, a little sneer tugging on the corners of her mouth. Violent pain exploded through my body, cluster bombs of fire ravaging muscle, bone and flesh. Tears streamed down my face. Sweat poured down my back. Pinpricks of light began exploding in my eyes. I felt the pain overwhelming me, dragging me down, darkness blurring the edge of my vision. She was going to do this. I could see it in her expression, that mad lust for pain and suffering. She wanted me dead, but she was going to make damn sure she enjoyed every last second of my pathetic life as she tortured me.

Searing, white-hot, mental pain. His pure, undiluted life force was like a star being pushed against something that was completely cold. It wasn't a fight between two opposing forces; it was an end. My emptiness shrank back, but his light *burned*. It was a pain that went beyond what my body could understand, a scream from the soul I no longer had. The universe was reminding me of everything I had lost in the most painful way possible.

Are you eating, right, daughter? —Yes, mom, I'm sleeping and I'm eating, don't worry. At that moment, tears sprang from her eyes, she couldn't hold them back, she hated to continue crying, but she couldn't stop. The pain always overwhelmed her will. —Daughter, don't cry, you break my heart. That son of mine will see that she comes now. How is it possible that I make those beautiful eyes cry? I can't allow it. I'm going to talk to him; he's going to have to explain to me what's going on.

The pain is overwhelming. My body burns completely, as if liquid fire is running through my veins, pulsing with an unbearable intensity. I feel my veins bubble, a monstrous heat spreading through every cell, every fiber of my being. It’s as if my skin is a prison, unable to contain what’s growing inside me. My bones begin to break, each crack sending a pain that reverberates through my entire body, making my heart race, almost to the point of exploding. I want to scream, I want to run, I want to disappear from this agony, but none of that happens. I’m trapped within myself, a spectacle of destruction that I can’t stop.

Sucking and devouring me so fiercely. I was too sensitive. The pleasure bordering on pain.

I couldn’t. For the days that followed, I couldn’t eat, drink or sleep. The food tasted like damn ash, and whenever I closed my eyes, the only thing I saw was Edwina's skinless face, bones bared to open, and red blisters formed all around her neck as she snaked on the floor trying to take away the excruciating pain that clawed her deeply. My ears rang with her helpless cry as she screamed, doing all she could to move away from the pain. I felt it, all of that shit Xander put her through in those few minutes, I felt it all, no matter what I did, who I talked to or listened to, all I could hear was that anguished scream, so pained that it was cacophonous. It was agonizing.

Ch 17 Rissa couldn’t explain what she was feeling at the moment .She was dejected ,disappointed ,heart broken ,...name it all . She just stood there like a log of wood watching her boyfriend derive pleasure from the lady .She couldn’t hear the moans or whatever sound they were making but the sight alone was enough to send her into coma . She watched with pain as tears gradually fall from her eyes slowly . Minutes passed and Dylan continued not even aware of Rissa presence in the room yet .