Fated To Her Tormentors Novels & Stories

I couldn’t see her, but her words were haunting. “It’s inescapable, Saria. You’ll never be free. Get the Hell out of this dreadful place while you still can!” She pleaded desperately. *** My hand was sliding along the door as I fumbled for the handle. Ready to do just as she bid. My mind was already tormented by the haunting image of a young woman torturing herself on the rod of a man. Impaling herself so brutally, time and again. I knew that my own lack of will had brought me back here. Led me straight to Mathis.

I wasn’t too sure I was ready for that. I made my way into the infirmary which was completely vacant considering the commotion outside. I laid her down gently on one of the beds. Her porcelain face looked pained and her breaths were too shallow for my liking. I wanted to make the pain go away, take it all from her so she could rest peacefully. Not just the physical pain, but the mental pain I could see that also plagued her. Most of which I was the cause of. You were supposed to protect your mate, and keep them from harm. Here I was, putting her in more danger.

he yelled at her face while slamming a fist on his desk. “I... I'm so sorry, sir. I... I didn't mean to do that. I promise I won't do it again,” she said, terrified. His furious eyes stared deep into hers. “Slap your face like you did to her,” he said in a deep voice. She fell silent with her pale face. “Do it now! Or I will slap you!” She squeezed her eyes shut as he snapped at her. She then slapped her cheek hard while shedding tears. “Never dare to hurt her again. I saved you from them. I can also ask them to make you suffer,” he said threateningly.

She had tried her best to avoid such a fate, only to be plunged into this nightmare once again. An unlucky soul indeed….. She wished she had died alongside her parents, sparing herself this relentless torment at the hands of ruthless men who knew no honor or self respect. Alone in a cruel world, she finally succumbed, accepting that this was her fate. I will make you enjoy what your first couldnt give you. I'll make your legs shake and your p**sy so wet till you beg for mercy and ask for more, slow and steady, just like my ex does,” he sneered, giving a devilish grin.

she added quickly, turning to walk away. But I couldn’t let her go. Not yet. “I’ll help you get your revenge,” I said, and her steps slowed. “I’ll find him. I can find him, if I wanted to…right now. But I need you to touch the chains. They’re killing me. Slowly. Only someone destined can remove them. And that's you.” She turned halfway. Her expression unreadable. “No need to explain,” she muttered. “I understand. It’s my fate. I’ll do as I’m told.”

He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. “Come on now, Clark. Where are you going?” Rowan asked. I looked in a different direction, I didn’t want to speak to him, not now, or ever. I’ll show him that I won’t be a loser and desperate for staying by his side just because he took my virginity. I side stepped Rowan and continued on with my journey. “Clark!” Rowan shouted when he realised that there was no way in hell that I was going to do whatever he wanted me to do. I was determined to get as far away from him as possible at the moment. I would still keep true to my promise. If I find out that I am pregnant, I will behave and then give birth and then he would eventuall

She just sat still, almost like the pain kept her focused. She shut her eyes for a moment. The memories of the wolves from outside the hall echoed in her mind. “Traitor…” “Banish her…” She had heard worse. Much worse. But this time it felt different, it hurt. She came here to fight. To survive. But now she was behind bars. She was framed in a pack that thrives on loyalty.

She looks furious now, her expression pained, "I will never be your whore, Morris. I won't share the same fate as your mother." I pale at her words, "Excuse me?" "You think I don't know?" She bites out. "You think I don't know what you had planned for me? I know that your father mated your mother and then locked her away so that he could be with a woman of his choice, a woman he considered to be of equal standing to him. You think I'll let you do that to me?" Her words have me rocked to the core, "You don't know what you're-"

“So you have a name. Radosh. And then she fell asleep, clutching the child to her chest. The rest was full of vague visions, which, like an echo of the experience, still disturbed the mind. Two hunters who captured her near the village - half-mad, growling with rage and thirst. Strong, ruthless. They easily twisted her, although she rushed, as if mad, growled and howled. One - young - she even managed to injure, and she managed to sip his blood. But retribution followed immediately: a jerk somewhere to the side ... She was dragged through the snow. She could never defeat this hunter. A kick to the stomach turned the world into a blazing burning pain. And then a terrible realization of what h

She was born with such a messed-up fate. “God, What’s my fault?” She cried out palming her head. She was tired. Before this escape, she held her strength together and did everything to not lose her mind. She wanted to fight till she will set herself free from him. But now she was sure, she can never be free from him till he himself lets her go. She was both mentally and physically tired of enduring his torture. Even though she was scared out of her wits after last night but after calming her mind she realized she wasn’t only scared, but also tired now.