Berserk Griffith Torture Novels & Stories

"It's okay if you don't talk. I won't kill you. I have many ways to torture you until you open your mouth." As soon as she finished speaking, she used force and stabbed the glass shard into the other man's finger, then she also stabbed him once on the back of his hand. The other person was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, and many times he almost fainted. "Next is your left hand. If you don't say it, your right and left legs will have the same result." The other man was forced to show his left hand. A trace of defiance flashed in Bertha's eyes. She was just about to stab the skin of her opponent's hand when someone grabbed her hand from behind.

Tortured. Find my apprentice. Find Quin Kaylus. Capax Infiniti. Breathing heavily, he forcefully grabbed the shoulder of the blonde woman and intensely looked at her straight in the eyes. A low guttural sound escaped his mouth, as he hissed. "Now, tell me! Where the hell is this ceremony going to be?!," he snapped at the woman without being aware that he shouted loudly, his mind overwhelmed with his distraught emotions and grief. The maid was frightened at his sudden demeanor and was shaking badly, but his grip was too tight she had no choice but to answer him.

I'm totally bare before them, humiliated beyond words. "Hold her down," Garith says as he unbuckles his belt. The sound will always traumatize me if I make it out of this alive. He lets his pants drop along with his boxers while his men hold my legs open. He then strokes his small and stubby cock a few times, hoping to get it harder. The look in his eyes...it'll haunt me forever. He positions himself between me, his face inches away from mine I use my hands to punch his chin, and he grabs my bound wrists in irritation, hurting me.

Eriva let out a small growl, her eyes glistening a light shade of gold, her fox coming to the surface. A fight between a golden dragon and a cunning 9 tailed werefox didn’t seem like a good idea right about now. We didn’t want to step into world war z just yet! We had so much on our platter to take care of! “Okay, guys. Calm down. Volkavik, that wasn’t nice, man. We need the phoenix, safe and alive. Or else we will be stuck in this reliquary for as long as your mind allows. We’ve been here for ages now, I think it’s time to get out and if we’re going to get out, we need HER. She is Grisha, remember!” Crescent stepped in putting his hands up. The fade scales on Volkavik’s skin faded and he st

I tried my hardest to wiggle out of his grasp but the hold he had on me was to tight to escape. "FUCK! STOP!" I screamed in between my cries. "Here you go again with your fucking cursing." He said as he lifted the metal off of my left ass cheek and moved it to my lower back. "JUSTIN! Please stop!" I yelled desperately as tears freely left my eyes. He lifted the metal off my skin and I turned my body around, wincing in pain while doing so. Justin whispered something in Dylan ear causing him to burst out laughing before he dug into a drawer and pulled out a whip.

As the giant trunk started to go down, the berserker ape’s exhilaration was reaching its peak. Then it hits. The sound of wood splintering echoes in the woods. Then the berserker feels a tough object strike its chest. It backs away in pain unable to release it in the form of a roar. It vomits blood. It was hit by something. Opening its eyes, the berserker sees the Draco’s claw clenched into a fist. How did it know to do that? It simply copied the berserker’s attack except that it was supported by a far more powerful force.

I responded, jumping at him. I don't know when the shift happens, but there's nothing but paws, fur and claws when I land atop him, rolling and clawing at his face. "Berserker" Jeremy hisses at me, before bursting into maniacal laughter. "I'd know that look in your eye anywhere." He claws at my underbelly where I've already shattered my ribs, aiming to do more damage to my now exposed organs. He throws me to the side, hissing at me, hair matted, clothes torn, then the man laughs when his hand suddenly brushes his side finding blood.

“Four berserkers. Their wolf forms are hideous, just as you wanted.” Zykos laughed, clapping once with genuine delight. “They’re perfect. You did well this time, Fitz.” His eyes darkened as he looked at the berserkers. The sight inside the cage made Liliana’s chest tighten. Four wolves snarling, broken beyond recognition. Bones pushed out from their joints, their bodies carved up by deep, unhealed wounds. Flesh was rotting, barely clinging to them, like it could fall away at any moment. They were hardly alive, trapped between constant pain and madness.

He roared in pain, thrashing wildly beneath me. He twisted, trying to throw me off, and managed to land a deep claw mark across my shoulder. Pain flared through me, but I didn’t let go. I grabbed him by the throat and squeezed, cutting off his air. His struggles weakened, his body shaking beneath my grip. And then, with a final, brutal twist, I snapped his neck.

Griffin mutters to me. Enzo and Easton tie his hand behind his back with a red thread and pull him up, both standing by his side and holding his arm. They barely get him on his feet when Atlas swings a punch right in his face. "Atlas," I scream panic building up inside me. Griffin's head swings to the side blood splattering from his mouth to the floor, he chuckles spitting out blood as he turns to face Atlas. Ophelia who has been chanting something walks closer to Griffin, she places her hand on his forehead and her eyes turn back to normal.