Novel & Cerita Fated To Her Tormentors

The goddess may have cursed me, but Asher is the one turning the knife. And those pups—those poor, innocent pups—are trapped with her, surviving a life with the woman who should have been their safe place. The thought of it makes my heart ache in a way even her venom can’t touch.

All he saw was a traitor, one he wouldn't allow to explain themselves, one that wouldn't have been involved in the ridiculous Fae war at all if she hadn't been mated to a member of the pack allied with their filthy clan. He had tortured her for days with injections of silver and wolfsbane, leaving her tied naked to a post in front of his men and her entire pack. He had actively encouraged his men into raping her in the open, to make an example of what was in store for traitors. Her mate did nothing to help her, even with the heavy guard she was under, he could have gotten close enough to her to loosen the silver chains that held her. He was the only one that could have given her a chance to

I have no idea what they have planned, all I knew was that my doom was first approaching and I was soon going to cease from existing in this pack, and in this region or perhaps this world. “You have no other choice even if you beg until the world ends, you are a prisoner and you have to pay for what you did to your Alpha. You cheated on him. I thought I was going to do you a good favor by offering you a glass of water but since you refused my offer, I don't think you should you deserve dinner this night” “I think she deserves to be whipped and burnt with fire for having to defy you so much”

This is going to be fun. Kimarhi surprises me every time I think I can overpower her. The blows she lands on me are pushing me to fight back. I would never really hurt her. I couldn’t, but I know I’m not holding back, and I don’t think she is either. Regardless she’s taking pleasure in kicking my ass. Despite that, I can keep up. My Fated is stunning and graceful, while her scent is mesmerizing. I try for a submission hold when she reverses it on me. I feel foolish because I am distracted by her beauty.

Her head was heavy with the load of gravity on her cranial vessels, as she hung upside down from the limb of that old crooked willow tree, which lived that long forever just to hold her that way, to that cruel tree to which she was destined since forever. The old willow finally met the long-promised excursion, the thirsty willow wasn’t sad anymore. Her destiny was tied to that tree stronger than the gold shackles that were tied to her left leg. Her leg was about to bleed at the weight of her body against the chains, to which she couldn’t reach to free herself. “I have to end this before he does. I must do this!”, She was trembling with fear and torment that beheld her. She had no choice. But

"So shall it be. But of course she is just a sex slave to me. No harm should come to her body. I may call on her when the need rise" "Hmmm, I see" "But you can do what so ever you see fit to her after all she is the reason we in this predicament" I added. she grinned. The thought of her tormenting Ara seemed to pleasure her very much. "I will take my leave". It may seem Ara may very well face her worst nightmare yet. "You must fight though if you went to escape this hell I have brought you Ara, this is just the begining" ******

Looking at Clara , she couldn’t block the thought out of her head . That stupid man , had made them fuck each other just to please him , something that she could never do, she found herself doing it just to please them . She knew that if she dared to disobey that only meant torture from them . She had seen most of the girls get tortured and just died from the process . Even though she was going through the worst phabse , she knew that she didn’t want to die now , she still wanted to know how she got here , she wanted to know if it was her ex husband .

she mumbles unhappily. She hates the thought of calling anyone aloha. She hates the thought of being controlled again, being in a vulnerable situation where she has no control what so ever. It reminds her of those days she was used by Damian and Hati. The days she were tied up and tortured for her soul. “There’s no need to call me alpha, Tabby. Go about addressing me as you always have,” Theo reassured her. “Okay,” she agrees. Some of her anxiety leaving her body in an instant. I can tell but the way she carry’s herself over to me. Climbing into my lap and curling up as small as she can.

Destroying her completely and utterly too. She began sobbing uncontrollably, unable to control her emotions, and her cuffed hands immediately went back to her hair, tugging hard at the black curls as she cried. The doctor watched silently. Her father did, too, his lips trembling as he watched her break out in a fit. Just when she thought things would improve, she was struck by this! Fuck! Was this her fate, her destiny to suffer through all these cruel circumstances? Was this the punishment for all the atrocities she’d committed and all the hate she’d harbored in her heart all this while?

Another horror yet again, and she has to be the only one to suffer? “It was such a easy feast. You could have just killed me when you killed my father and my brother. It was so easy, yet you kept me. Seven months! A whole seven months of punishment and I even had to carry a child that I never planned for. My life became a sort of nonsense where I have no say. You destroyed everything that I could ever stand for. You crushed me to the very end. All of you.”