Born Of A Broken Man Rage Against The Machine นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And she slowly sank down the wall, a look of pain and shock on her face, as tears welled up in her eyes. A white fire exploded inside of Dave’s head. This a**hole had just hurt Sara! He had been so casual about it, just tossing her aside, like the trash she had been treated like all of their lives. Suddenly Dave was invincible. A red haze descended on Dave’s mind, and suddenly his world was narrowed down to his three mortal enemies, and the insignificant space separating him and them. With a quick two steps, Dave closed the gap between himself and Rufus, and calling on everything he had ever learned on inflicting pain, he began to unload hell.

"Let me go, or you'll pay!" Too bad, his threat couldn't intimidate Joakim, a desperado who took kidnapping jobs for fun. Joakim only pushed further, torturing him even more brutally. Russell's curses turned to desperate sobs. "No, get away! Please, stop!" I shielded the screen. It was too graphic. Joakim untied Russell's legs for easier access, but Russell kicked him hard, enraging him. "You're dead, boy!" Joakim roared, slapping Russell's face until it swelled.

In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered. ... Heavily pregnant, I dragged myself across the floor, crawling toward the heavy steel door. Just as the heavy door slammed shut with a deafening bang, my fingers were caught in the jamb. I heard the sickening crunch of bone. A fresh wave of agony ripped through me, overwhelming the torment of the drug. A piercing scream tore from my throat. But Vito's mind was entirely on Scarlett. He was deaf to my cries. Suddenly, warm fluid leaked down. I knew my water had broken.

“What’ll it be?” “Tequila,” I said. The word felt foreign on my tongue. I’d never touched it, not once. I knew better-our family history was a long list of livers that failed before their time. But tonight, I didn’t care. Tonight, I wanted something strong enough to burn the betrayal out of my throat. “One shot?” I laughed bitterly. It sounded ugly, like something broken. “Keep them coming.”

Because now— I’m not fighting them. I’m pushing through them. Breaking past them. One by one. The space fractures further. The illusion destabilizes. The voice sharpens. Angry now. “You cannot reject what you are!” “I’m not rejecting it,” I snap. “I’m owning it.” Another strike. Another break. Another step forward. Closer. Closer to the core. “You will fall!” it roars. “Not today.” The figures surge one final time— a massive wave— everything it has left—

“You’re sorry?! You’re sorry?! What do you mean you’re sorry? You just called my baby a fetus a minute ago! You have no fucking idea how in love she was with that baby! Our baby! Your apologies are nothing to me! I fucking hate you, you prick! You just ruined my world! Do you hear me? You ruined me!” I scream out at the top of my lungs. The rage cannot be contained any longer. I sit up from the stupid fucking chair, grip it in my hands and full force throw it against the light blue wall causing a picture to come crashing down. The serene photo is now broken, just as I am. I’m broken beyond repair, my Millie was drugged and our baby has died.

She closed her eyes briefly. The storm had tested her. The betrayal had cut her. The doubt had nearly undone her. But she had not broken. Gold, when placed in fire, does not weaken. It refines. She opened her eyes. Tomorrow, production would begin. Tomorrow, press previews would be scheduled. Tomorrow, the world would see what emerged from the flames. And for the first time since the headlines began, Mia allowed herself a small, steady smile. Not because the storm had ended. But because she had learned how to stand within it. And create anyway.

He said as he lifted my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes once again. I stayed silent. "Answer me!" He yelled in my face. In that moment a burst of confidence and bravery came over me. "Fuck you." I said back. "Will do." He responded with a wink. This only made me more angry. The only person who can make those disgusting and annoying remarks towards me is Jack and he isn't Jack. "Your fucking pathetic." I scoffed. "I'm pathetic? Look at you. Your chained to a metal pole, no way out." He sneered in my face.

“Who cares that you were weak enough to be bullied by your father. I sure as shit don’t. You ruined my graduation. My parents are angry, and the school threatened to take away one of my scholarships. I fucking hate you!” Angel raised her hand an brought it down hard on my cheek. I gripped it for a moment as the stinging pain subsided. And then I smiled. Then I laughed. Hard. My laughter was so loud that other people started to laugh. That is until Lucas finally broke back through the crowd that separated us when she pulled me back. I dropped my hand from me cheek. All the laughter gone now. “You know what is the best thing about being beaten by my father nearly every day for the past few yea

~Enzo~ Sometimes, you can break a man with instruments of torture. As his bones shatter and blood pools, he’ll eventually give in and do anything you say to stop the pain. I’ve only met one or two who couldn’t. If you let him live afterwards, he’ll never be quite the same, knowing he wasn’t as untouchable as he once thought he was.