Fated To Her Tormentors Novels & Stories

Her spirit, though battered, still burned with the desire to resist, to somehow break free from the chains of their control. But what could she do? She was tied to this fate. And they knew it. They knew she was powerless, trapped in a situation where every attempt to escape would only bring more pain, more suffering. They had stripped her of her agency, reduced her to nothing more than a tool in their game.

Why? Why did fate insist on playing games with her? First, it had given her a weak body, making her the pack’s punching bag. Then, it had forced her into a mate life where she had to fight for every scrap of respect. And just when she had started carving a place for herself, fate twisted again. Her breath came out shaky. Ever. The name alone made her blood run cold. She had suffered because of Ever. She had torn her down, made her feel like nothing, turned her into a joke. And now? Now that it was finally her turn to rise, to enjoy even a sliver of happiness, she was still being tormented.

Upon reaching her bedroom she sank onto her bed, a heavy cloud of sadness enveloping her. She felt trapped, suffocated by the weight of the situation she found herself in. Deep inside, she knew she didn't want to be a mistress, a home-wrecker, but the cruel hand of fate had forced her into this heart-wrenching dilemma.

He could only imagine it. This was the first of many times she would suffer in anguish. He had promised to make her pay for all the lost time. She will curse out her fate and once it is all over, he won't even need to kill her. She will take her own life because living will be unbearable. Till that moment comes, he was going to make sure he tortures her slowly until she can't take it anymore.

As her body began to weaken, she mustered the strength to express a wish, hoping that it would somehow come true. “If fate gives me a chance, I promise you two that you will suffer. You will all kneel in front of me, and I will laugh at all of you. Because whoever stands in my way, I will mercilessly trample them,” she promised. “Livia, the foolish, the slave, and the errant girl, is no more.”

Every corner of her fate is reminding her of her past, making her bleed on and on. "I'm s-sorry" Not being able to control it anymore, she burst into tears. She thought she could avoid these events but it looks like they are attached to her like a shadow, they will join her in hell as well. Even her slumbers are now taunting her about how pathetic she was back then. Only if he could forgive her...asking for forgiveness, feels like a sin as well.

She furrowed her brows as the sentinels with him laughed hard. “Whatever you think you're trying to do? It's just a stunt and trust me when my father finds out I'm missing and comes for me, you'll regret taking me captive.” “So why then did you trespass?” Came a deeper voice which slowly shook the room. She froze,not raising her head. If she were to be a human, she'd have peed her pants but being accustomed to seeing several alpha's during occasional events made her man up to the feeling. “Take her to the dungeon while she awaits my judgement.”

Now the tables had turned in the most deliciously terrifying way imaginable. She was no longer the untouchable predator. She was the prey. And the curse was already whispering filthy promises of what was coming: ropes and chains and enchanted toys, multiple women working in perfect, devoted harmony to edge her for hours, to overstimulate every inch of her body until she was nothing but a sobbing, squirting mess who could only beg for the next torment. Giselle licked her own slick from her fingers, tasting the sweet, musky evidence of her ruin, and felt the golden pulse inside her throb in approval.

"And if losing a mortal girl has moved you to act, then such a small price would be worth it." Jace charged at West, but the figure disappeared into the thorny forest. He jumped into a thicket of thorns, ignoring the pain as sharp spikes dug under his clothes. Its sharpness pierced Jace's flesh like a tooth. "You must fly, ah, my King!" said the army of darkness, also confined by thorn bushes. "Or you will never be free, neither will we, nor Rain." Rain's screams grew louder. From the thicket, Rain called out, "Oh, no! Please, no, I beg you."

With my heart breaking more by the minute, I turn and leave her. She said them, she said the magic words that broke all of my determination. ‘You’re forcing me to endure it, hoping it gets strong enough that I won’t be able to resist.’ She felt exactly what I worried she would from the very beginning. Forced. How was I any better than the fuckers who raped her if I continued to force this bond on her?