Fated To Her Tormentors Novels & Stories

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 .

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.”

She longed for a return to the simplicity of her former life, for a world untouched by the horrors she had witnessed. Her tears mingled with the musty scent of the hollow, a silent testament to her anguish. She yearned for rescue, for salvation from the clutches of this nightmare. But deep down, she knew that her fate lay in her own hands, that she alone had the power to forge a path through the darkness and reclaim her freedom.

She forced back a tear as every memory of humiliation, betrayal, and pain replayed in brutal clarity. They had marked her as a traitor. They had torn away her dignity. They had ordered her death. And she had obeyed like a fool until they disposed of her. Hatred burned so hot in her heart that she almost choked on it. They left her to die…They wanted her gone. They wanted to erase her existence, but she wasn’t dead. “I’m still alive,” she muttered to herself. “Not because Nightshade wanted it. Not because Nyla allowed it. Not because Draco deserved loyalty. But because I'm not done.”

“Yes, and it worked until I sent her here to eliminate you. I don’t know what you did to twist her mind-” “She’s my Fated,” I grin, watching as horror fills his eyes. “She will always choose me over you and there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it.” He cries out and rears back his fist to embed the stake in my heart, but I don’t close my eyes or bow my head, knowing my death is near. I lived a life I loved and met my Fated before my eventual demise; it’s just a shame that I will never be able to fully make her mine.

As sick as it was… her mind betrayed her and went back to him. To the nights when he locked her up, whispered twisted endearments against her skin, branded her with his obsession. But he hadn’t let others touch her. He hadn’t allowed strangers to hurt her like this. He had been insane, yes—but at least she’d known the devil she was with. This? This was faceless, organized torment. Robotic cruelty. CRACK. She choked on her sob, tears spilling down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat and humiliation. The women didn’t stop. They didn’t even blink. They simply delivered pain as instructed—methodically, mechanically, until red welts bloomed like angry vines down her back.

Things that would've even driven a fully grown adult, exceedingly mad. That was all she was, a weapon and she was sick and tired of being used. She was sick and tired of being subjected to the endless experiments and supposed trainings. She was tired of moping around for a whole year while her parents' corpses laid bare on the ground where they had been brutally murdered, all because of her. They needed to be buried as last respect. She needed to see them and pay her homage to them for the last time so ever since she turned six, she had been planning to escape from the hell hole she had been plunged into, until one day, she put her plan into action. Two days to her seventh birthday, her capt

It seemed as if she had cried for an eternity, lost in a ceaseless torrent of despair. The metal chain clanged against the bed's frame, a constant reminder of her captivity. She had become a wretched denizen of this forsaken place, ensnared in a nightmarish abyss that had devoured her sanity. She was but a shadow of her former self, her psyche shattered and fragmented beyond any hope of repair.