Berserk Griffith Torture Novels & Stories

Adrian asked after looking at their conditions. Lena anxiously said, "Berserk's arm is infected, but he's in better condition than Griffin and Ridge. Ridge’s condition is the most severe. His entire wound has rotted away… I can't even begin to imagine how painful it must be." She was on the verge of tears. ‘Ridge’s wound is infected, and there aren’t any painkillers… I think anyone else in his situation would've died from the pain by now, but he hasn't even uttered a single complaint.’

"To be honest, I'm so injured that I can't even stand straight. Right now, the most my body could handle is one punch. But If you resort to needless violence, I'll have no choice but to stack up my second berserk skill, which I absolutely don't want to do right now." "You think you can take us on with your second berserk skill?" Grisha smirked as she gazed at him in the eyes, "You're pretty arrogant for the leader of a measly party!"

He tried delivering another kick to Maverick's abdomen, but Maverick caught the leg in his arms, turning him around and wrapping his arms around his neck, trying to choke off the air from his lungs. Berth struggled to move, struggled to breathe, but in his search for freedom, he drew out his claws and drove them into Maverick's arms, dragging his arms away from his neck as the other yelled out in pain. He pulled the other above his body, pulling him to the ground and still holding on to Maverick's right hand in a bid to dislocate the arm.. But Berth still had his claws out, ready to drive them into Maverick's throat. But while his hands were up, ready to strike, his hand was grabbed by someo

I grinded cracking my fingers for his torture. “

Even in his state of mind and helplessness, Griffin still held onto my neck in the bid to choke out the life out of me. I squeezed his already damaged eyes and he screamed in pains. In the midst of the pains and screams, I dropped a healthy dose of the potion in between his disgruntled lips. "Let me help you end your torture." I watched as his screams turned into heavy breathing. I was yet to be satisfied by his dying figure so I picked up the glass and stabbed him continuously venting out all my rage. "You are going to burn in hell" where the last few words he said to me. I laughed evilly and gave him a goodbye kiss on the cheeks.

And the enforcer even took a step back and didn't know if he should attack anymore. Jackson crouched low to the ground, baring his teeth and snarling. The enforcer took one more step back, but it wasn't enough. Jackson lurched off the ground and straight onto the enforcer and started clawing at him. The enforcer was screaming while Jackson ripped his arm from his body and this his other arm. That was symbolic. Because he used his hands and arms to torture us the other night. And that's what he used to torture everyone. But in one last movement, he grabbed the man's throat in his mouth and ripped his head clean off of his body.

The Berserker raised his ax and swung it to the side summing a powerful hurricane that sucked the demons in as they were torn asunder by the razor plasma-infused wind. “You think a little power boost can stop me a champion of the Dark gods then you are sorely mistaken!” Nerro boasted. The king charged at the now half-Demonized berserker despite only having one arm he was able to stop Nerro with a single kick. The sheer force of his kick was enough to break every bone on his arm and smash the Titanium shield into pieces. Nerro jumped back to put some distance between him and the berserker, Khorn unleashed a powerful roar as he grabbed him by the leg and threw him through several columns until

His knife—a monomolecular blade that could cut through enhanced armor like tissue paper—traced a silver arc toward Griffin's exposed back. Only years of combat training saved Griffin's life. He spun with inhuman grace, the blade grazing his ribs instead of piercing his heart, drawing a line of fire across enhanced skin that healed even as the cut was made. But Twin B's assault didn't pause—he flowed from the missed strike into a grappling maneuver designed to break Griffin's neck with mechanical efficiency.

It showed right through his eyes and smell. I threw a quick glance at Grisha. At the very least, the brunette wolf had to be taken alive. Grisha barely perceptibly flashed his eyes in response. He showed the best qualities of a mercenary, noticing the same thing as me. I'm sure he already had a plan to extract information, which included sophisticated torture. My smart girl!

The whole exclusive clique from hell had to no what it looked like to cross me, And this time, they more than crossed me! I dropped onto one knee, then suppressed the howl that came with bones rearranging themselves; ready to give in to the beast that wanted to claw itself way out of my soul when someone gripped my shoulder with the force of the world. I spun around to find Grace with a berserk look on her face.