Fated To Her Tormentors Novels & Stories

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.”

Clark P.O.V I managed to dry off and get out of the bath. I was completely furious that Rowan just let it seem like this was a duty and that it meant nothing. At least it meant something to me … it was my virginity for goddess's sakes! I paced up and down in my room. “Fuck that!” I said to myself. I got dressed, put on my shoes and readied myself to get out of here. If he wanted to keep me here as a prisoner, then that would be too bad for him, because I didn’t take light to taking orders.

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.

"And by the time she realizes the extent of our treachery, it will be too late." His mother's laughter echoed through the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down their spines. "She'll beg for mercy," she proclaimed, her voice filled with sadistic pleasure. "But we'll show her none." As they plotted Marvin's downfall with ruthless efficiency, Anderson's obsession with destroying her consumed him entirely, driving him to ever greater depths of depravity in his quest for revenge.

“And my first order, all three traitors should be sent to ‘The night’ to be tortured before the execution date, which will be the next full moon!” Is this what you wanted, fate? I tried my best to avoid all of this. But destiny had other plans. At least it was nice while it lasted, and now that everything is over, I don't wish it never happened because I love her, and even in death, I will always love her.

She helped him by lifting her head to pass the collar, she whined with pain what made him say, "calm down, just a little! It will be over soon! - He said, with hope in the voice." As soon as he closed the collar around her neck, she began to turn up, but the pain also became worse ten times worse which made her whine and howl and scream, until already in human form she surrenders to darkness and lost consciousness.

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.

she stated, “but what they didn’t tell you is that it doesn’t stop there.” My body shook. And I couldn’t tell if it was from the exhaustion, or from the heaviness of her words weighing on me. “You are a tool. A sex slave.” She paused, and for a moment, I thought that was the end. Until she spoke again, stamping the truth of my fate. “And you were picked by the worst of them.”

Her once-beautiful face was mangled into a bloody, horrifying sight. She let out a broken, desperate scream. “I was wrong, Justin! I was wrong!” No one responded to her pleas. Justin released his grip again, and she fell back into the oil. The agony struck once more. Her skin blistered and blackened. The vat churned with blood and bursting oil. Soon she was pulled up again, only to be dropped back in. Again and again, she was subjected to the torture, trapped between life and death. The man before her had become a nightmare from hell. Unable to endure the pain any longer, she struggled violently, broke free of the ropes, and threw herself into the oil.

The one person she detested the most right now and it made her mad. He threw her into the dungeon without hearing a word from her. He had not even bothered to come to see her at all She was writhing in pain and he was comfortable with it. He was ruthless, so ruthless. She thought to herself as she summoned up strength and dragged herself to the bars, every movement feeling like she was sliding on broken glass. Dragging herself up to her feet, she began to hit her head on the bars. “I don’t want to live anymore”. She thought as she took the first hit. The pain doubling the headache she already felt but she continued.