Blood Eagle Torture นิยาย & เรื่องราว

laughed the first eagle. The young woman was screaming in terror as she was going to be violated. Prince Brayden’s eyes blurred with rage. He aim his bow and arrow at the eagle that was going to rape the young woman. He shot his arrows, and it pierces the eagle in the back. “GAH!” cried the eagle. Prince Brayden shot another arrow at the other eagle. The arrow went straight through. The eagle died instantaneously. “You- You d*ck!” shouted the eagle. “You dare harm an innocent woman.”

I took the eagle and tapped the snake's head. He couldn't keep his balance and fell to the ground. I rushed him with the eagle's finger. I picked him up and scratched his face and torso with my fingers. My eagle assault was being exhaled by him. He took on the form of a scorpion and marched forward. I turned with my leg hit his chest hard as I tried to avoid his many attacks. He yelled, and I realized I needed to finish him.

The torture officially began. A machine was brought inside the room. Soon, the man's howl could be heard all across the dungeon. Muntaha alternated between electrocuting and drowning him. The painful screams only motivated to hurt the man more. It was music to his ears until the man cried no more.

He was indeed nervous, nervous that one mistake from him could lead to his death. "What happened to the magistrate of that village?" questioned Zephyr, his eyes burning with anger. His eyes flickered between silver and red, the council members held their breath and prayed silently that his eyes won't completely change to silver cause once that happens, none of them were certain they will get out of the castle alive. "He...he was also killed by the wolves, my king," the brown-haired man answered. Zephyr's lips curled up into a sly smile, it's been so long since he had a battle and it seems like the witches would stop at nothing until they erase the existence of the werewolves and vampires. An

My heart trembled in fear when I heard that. He showed me needles, huge needles, almost the size of the veins. “These needles will be stabbed into your arms and legs. And since you're a beautiful woman, I'll pierce your nipples with these as well. I'll push a rod up your ass and another up to your pussy. Then I'll turn on the electricity. You'll be electrocuted until you pass out. The process will repeat ten times. But I won't let you die.” The way he was telling me about that horrific torture so excitedly, made me reconsider my decision.

After all, his Rock-Steady legs had earned their reputation. But as Eagle's leg touched Elijah's clothes, it felt as if he had kicked a steel plate. No matter how much force he used, he couldn't move forward even an inch. Elijah grinned, grabbed Eagle's ankle, and swung his arm. Eagle was lifted off the ground and spun around in the air. "The big windmill spins round and round." Eagle was numb all over. This was beyond humiliating—not only was he being spun around, but Elijah was even humming a tune. Death was preferable to such disgrace!

Her eagle pitched hard into a nosedive. Araheen hit the field and was thrown from the saddle. She slammed into the dry, sandy earth and rolled hard across it, every impact driving through her spine and ribs until it felt like her bones were coming apart. A groan tore out of her. Tears burned in her eyes from the force of it. Through the muted sunlight, she saw two eagle mounts descending. Theobald jumped from one before it had fully settled, sword already in hand, feeding the blade with Awakened energy until it shone with a violent crimson glow. Hedda landed beside him, pricking her forearm with her sigil needle.

All three males in the house were tigers, and the eagle backed up screeching out of the fifth floor entrance, letting his feet fall back off the ledge, his wings catching him in the air. To his pleasure, the trick worked. Not only had he escaped the clawed blows that had ripped out many of his chest feathers already, the tiger, enraged, lunged his head and one front leg out to try and catch the harpy out into the open. Swiftly Ukko darted downwards, his talons gripping the tiger's head and throwing him down to the ground below. The eagle didn't let go of him to ensure that the cat wouldn't twist and land on his feet, the two of them landing with a hard thud and rolling.

I didn’t need to make it worse for myself. “One thing I’m proud of you for is this” Eagle placed his hand on the front of the machine on Sylvia “it’s nothing important yet, but this machine will give me what belongs to me.” Eagle moved his hand around to the back of the machine to make the spears dig in deeper; drilling as they went. Sylvia screamed out in agony and writhed, which made the hooks tear at her flesh. Whatever what was behind the panel was trying to dig its way inside her, making her twist in strange angles to try and escape the pain.