Novel & Cerita Berserk Griffith Torture

I tore off the pearl earrings that Eric had given me as an engagement gift and tossed them into the trash can with a smile. At once, the heat in my body suddenly dissipated. I then quickly sent out a message on my phone. A number of the disgusting men then tried to pounce on me, but I was now fully sober, and I kicked them all to the ground one by one. They grabbed their crotches and howled in pain, their eyes filled with resentment as they glared at me.

he added. I distanced myself and pulled my hair but he clutched it tight and pulled it. Should I apply the self-defense Grip taught me? Or should I just kick his balls? “What do you want?” I reached for his hand that was on my hair and tried to remove it. “I don’t mind if you’re a medius or you’re not a virgin as long as you’re tight. As long as you could satisfy me. Sleep with me Serra or–” “Sleep forever.” Grip appeared behind him. His face darkened in immense anger. He put his scythe around his neck. His grip around his scythe was firm.

He fought like a fucking berserker. He sank his teeth into Alex’s shoulder, tore through his muscles, and slammed him against the wrecked SUV with a force that dented the metal. Alex yelped in pain, he twisted free, and lunged for Ainsley’s throat, but Ainsley ducked and clawed across his chest, opening flesh like it was paper. Blood sprayed across the pavement. Alex shrieked and kicked back, but Ainsley tackled him again, this time dragging him across the road like a ragdoll. His teeth were locked in his hind leg.

" I grabbed the hair on top of his head and pulled him forward while everyone else grabbed his arms and the rest of his body. I held his face over the edge of the bed then tried to jam my fingers down his throat. The fucker was strong. He didn't want to open his damn mouth so I pulled his head back harder, pulling harder on his hair and yanking his head back until his mouth finally opened just enough. I shoved my fingers down that bears throat until he gagged and threw up. I didn't care, it went all over my legs and I didn't move. As soon as he was done and took a deep breath in I jammed my fingers back down his throat again. I growled when the asshole bit me and I pulled up on his hair agai

If Griffin wasn’t a werewolf, his skull would already be crushed. He roared and shoved at Jettison, finally landing a punch that made Jettison stagger back a little; his head snapped to the side, blood on his lip, but the sting barely registered. and it only made Theron rise higher; a loud growl vibrated from his chest. Griffin tried to hit him again, but this time Jettison was fast; he caught hold of his wrist and twisted it, the bones snapping with a crack that echoed through the clearing.

Griffon stared at her and rolled his mauve-colored eyes at her antics, though a part of him was secretly amused. ‘If you have enough strength to whine, then you can get up and go again,’ Griffon, who had taken charge of this torture-ah, she meant sparring - session, leaned down, grabbing her hand and hauling her back to her feet, without so much as a warning or how do you do. ‘Look at you, you're enjoying this far too much,’ she accused, narrowing her eyes at him, her legs trembling beneath her weight as she adjusted her stance. Now, once again upright and on her feet, thanks to the man she now viewed as her personal drill sergeant.

You bitch! Faith's face turned as white as a sheet with every word Felix said. She couldn't defend herself, so she could only glare at me with a hateful look in her eyes. I simply smiled at her. The truth was, Faith did give birth to Felix's pup. However, I had switched out their pup for another one a long time ago. Felix was beyond furious. He struck Faith directly in the chest with his massive claws. Faith's agonized cry echoed around the room as she soared through the air and crashed onto the ground in a heap.

Alter winced in pain as he struggled to his feet, spitting out blood and teeth, a big bruise forming on left side of his cheek “What the f*ck, who the hell are you, I’ll rip you...” he shut his mouth as Tazz threw a hard punch under his jaw, the impact was so terrible that he almost flew and fell back to the ground a little away, Tazz walked up to him and towered over him, a dark dangerous look in his eye, he grabbed Alter’s collar and pulled his torso up, half bending over him.. “Didn’t my woman warn you to flee already, How dare you try to call her your sex toy,” he stood up and placed his right feet on Alter’s groin, pressing it hard. Alter bellowed like a pig about to get slaughtered .

His body trembles like a reflex for all the torture I have been putting him through, almost like he’s come to fear my presence, and that fills me with a dark thrill. “Fuck you,” he spits out, but I couldn’t be bothered by it while my eyes circle him as I need to be careful on how I torture him because he’s barely hanging onto life, which I don’t want that. Carlo Graco is made of steel too because no ordinary man would have survived that long torture. My gaze stops at the stitched slash in his stomach that Gareth came to fix just yesterday. An idea lights up in my head, sending a burst of adrenaline through me.

He left her hair and held her by her chest with his right hand, bringing her at an inclined angle as he used another hand to squeeze her breasts, pinching them until they were red, almost bleeding. He continued plunging into her nonstop, taking her hard with deeper strokes. It was a Trajan marathon in the room. The only sound coming out of the room was the sound of skin slapping and the pained cries of Grace, as he continued his torture. And suddenly his release came. And Grace thanked the Moon goddess because he kept up for five more minutes before she would have died. She was in so much pain. And after he was done, he pushed her body away from his body with disgust written on his face. Did