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

I taste bile. The boy’s fingers press again harder this time. His voice is a ragged thing now, a human voice collapsing under too much animal. “Please…” He can’t finish. The chain rattles. Machines tally numbers that mean nothing and everything in the same sick beat. I can feel something rising in me, hot and sharp and terribly close to violence. I want to smash the cabinet of vials, pour acid down the machines, smash the monitors, take the baby and run wild with it through the tunnels of this house, shake the earth until every secret of Cross spills like entrails.

It felt as if the walls themselves would crumble under its weight. The ancient mortar cracked, splintering like dry ice beneath the intensity of my fury. The air around me vibrated, thick with the power of a nightmare given flesh and voice, and the echoes of that scream reverberated through every shadowed corridor and broken stone. This was not a cry born of pain—it was the roar of a force reborn, the anthem of a soul set free and hungry for justice. Somewhere deep within, a spark of something new ignited—pure, terrible, and absolute. And with that scream, I claimed my rebirth in full, no longer the broken girl trapped in silence, but the reckoning—the storm that had been waiting in the dark

Something snapped inside me. The grief, the panic, the unbearable sorrow—they twisted into something else. Something dark. Rage. Anger so deep, so pure, it flooded my entire being. Mac rose, his growl shaking the air around us. The pain of the bond breaking, of Ivy slipping away—it ignited a fire in my chest, a rage so powerful I could hardly contain it

Each drop feels like a knife carving through me. I lunge forward despite the cage, my hands scrabbling against the bars, but it’s useless. I can’t reach, can’t stop it. I can only watch. When the last drop is gone, he laughs and walks away. Rage floods me, hotter than thirst, hotter than pain. For a moment, my body feels strong again, powered by fury alone. I press my forehead hard against the bars and whisper, hoarse but certain, “I won’t break. Not for you.”

Her whisper is broken, broken by sorrow, but her eyes are shining at me with crystal clear intensity, blazing with intelligence but soft and tempered with compassion. “I do know. The thing is, I come from the same place. Not a place of nurture but a place of nature. So, if you think you were born a monster, that’s nonsense. That’s the biggest load of bullcrap I have ever heard. If you think you can be made one, I think you’re right, but that’s not you. You were with that man in that life long enough that you could have gone in that direction if you wanted to. You could have found those men who did what they did to your family, and you could have had your revenge, but instead, you spend your

Something that has been held under control cracks and breaks and releases. I do not remember standing. I cannot recall the decision to stand or the mechanics of my body responding to the need to move. I can only feel the rage. Red hot and absolute and consuming everything else. The table splinters beneath my palm when I hit it. My hand cracks through the obsidian surface like it is nothing. Like my fury has made me stronger than physics. Stronger than stone. My chair slams back with enough force to topple. Stone cracks beneath my feet as I move.

Fuck it hurts to breathe. "I'm fine, just a few broken ribs this time. You know I can't fight back. The punishment will be worse than the beating so I'll take the latter. Can we just head to my house?" My voice is just barely above a whisper. I feel a hand grab my arm and I panic thinking it's Maximus so I rip my arm away which wasn't the best decision. The second I pulled my arm away a fourth broken rib makes itself known.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "Why? You're asking me why?" Zeenah cut her off harshly too, as she cuddled the baby more to her bosom. "It's because I'm tainted; a piece of used baggage that has no value left. It's because I'm broken beyond repair and I don't think I deserve to be happy, ever..." "Enough! Please!" Samira winced at the pain in her stomach, but she quickly masked it off. "Why do you keep wishing for the worst thing ever?"

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."