Fated To Her Tormentors Novels & Stories

The room was cloaked in a heavy silence, broken only by her ragged breaths and the fading echoes of her pain. Left to languish in her agony, Hera clung to the last shreds of her determination. Despite the cruelty inflicted upon her, her spirit remained unbroken. In the face of unimaginable suffering, she vowed to endure, finding solace in the hope that one day, justice would prevail, and her oppressors would face the consequences of their monstrous actions. ******************

She has been tortured in the worst ways possible, humiliated, starved, mistreated, deprived of the luxuries of life, the happiness, all she got was pain, suffering, agony. Destiny and Fate was really cruel on her, they wiped of her smile and happiness and replaced it with agony and pain, they grew thorns on her roses and made her Lillies wither, they turned her rosy dream into a nightmare, took away her parents and suffered her for what she never did, her heart squeezed tightly in pain as bits of how she been tortured flashed through her head like a broken record. A sob left her lips as her body trembled,the broken vase trembling also.

The four figures threw a giant chain over her body, the chain coiled around her, tightening immediately it got in contact with her skin, they held her down, her body spasmed uncontrollably, streaks of tears rolled down her face. My heart constricted at the sight, “You will spend a century in the pool of torture, a century in the sea of silence and a century wandering in the lost world. After your punishment, you will be thrown into the pool of endless reincarnation, you will re-incarnate endlessly in the mortal realm until you are able to redeem yourself.” Her mouth moved to say something, but no sound came out, suddenly her eyes locked on me, like she could somehow see me. She let out a wea

The chains of fear and submission that had bound her to their whims were now shattered, replaced by a thirst for retribution. "For every single thing they did to me," she declared, her voice carrying the weight of her past struggles, her experiences of pain and betrayal. Each memory etched into her consciousness, each scar etched onto her heart, had shaped her into a woman who was no longer content to be a victim of circumstance.

Something forged in betrayal and fire. And she would burn every chain they tried to wrap around her. One by one.

No matter how much she thrashed, no matter how hard she fought, she couldn't break free. And in that cold, merciless room, her screams of agony and horror echoed— A harrowing testament to the cruelty of fate, to the darkness of humanity. "NO!!"

"A new slave, you say? Well then, it seems we have an opportunity to ensure her life becomes a living hell." With a wicked glint in her eyes, Felicia embarked on a path of vengeance, swearing to make the newcomer's existence one of torment and despair. And so, the stage was set, as destiny toyed with the lives of its unsuspecting participants, forever changing the course of their intertwined fates. ------

The blood trickled down to the ground before she looked at the prince and shook her full head of gray hair. "You shall live alone in this castle, this building will be a place of nothing but torture to you, you will feel nothing but sadness, living will feel like a burden. Worst of all, you will be damned, you will lose your beauty and be left alone like a monster, no one will admire you or look up to you. We have begged and begged but yet your heart is set in stone. There should be no mercy for someone like you, but yet.........". Her words rang out with undisputed power and she stopped talking before she turned to glance at the honey haired Lord. He stood stiff and terrified.

I let out a sudden giggle, but I didn’t acknowledge Sherry or greet her by her name. “Pardon me, Sherry, she remembers nothing.” His sigh sounded long and heavy. “I was too late, she was tortured at the hands of Lenard Lee and his lackeys.” “But she… I didn’t mean for all this” Sherry was panicking. Her feet were jittery and her skinny fingers trembled. I felt sorry for her, yet I needed to keep up with my pretence.

She lifted her lips in a sadistic grin as the guys approached once more and pinned me down, stopping me from struggling. "No... please," I begged, my voice audible. "Don't do it! Don't inject me with that!" "It's too late for this. This is just the beginning. You'll learn to appreciate my gifts, to crave them even." As she injected me again, I roared, my mind shattered by the unrelenting torment. I didn't want this anymore. At that point, death sounded like paradise. It was better than enduring all this pain.