Griffith Berserk Torture Novels & Stories

"You're welcome to come help us track, of course. It could be your first warrior experience. Although, probably best you don't come to the torture portion." "What happens during a torture?" I mindlinked him. I heard a noise behind me and turned to see that some warriors were approaching. He looked at them and then turned back to me, mindlinking me, "I get to practice my butchering skills on live mammals, with very sharp knives." I shivered. I'd never seen him look so evil before, it was almost frightening. One thing was clear—Blake Wulfric was not someone you'd ever want to cross.

She collapsed forward, her blood pooling on the pristine white floor of her laboratory, mixing with the coolant fluid leaking from her damaged implants. Griffin watched his brother step back from the corpse, expecting to feel something—satisfaction, horror, relief. The woman who had tortured them, who had turned children into weapons, who had sold their suffering to the highest bidder, was finally dead. Griffin wanted to feel remorse for her death, for the cold efficiency with which Eli had ended her life, for the way his brother's face showed no emotion as he wiped blood from the blade. He didn't.

She is now so brave and strong, I cannot be any more proud. “I want you to open that fucking wide hole of yours in your face and insult my daughter again” I pushed the man off the chair, screaming, “Come on, insult her!” But he fell to the ground with a thud. He looked lifeless, but he was still alive, I could tell. I threw the chain I had used to flog him away from my hand before making my way out of the torture room. I was so fucking angry, and I didn't know what to do to erase what Grace had seen away from her head.

She was already tired of this world, and she wanted to die if it would bring her even a sliver of serenity. Aside from the torturing, Draken and some of his guards, whom he selected, sexually harassed her. Draken clearly enjoyed inflicting pain on her, but he still added his sadistic needs to the torture process, and sometimes, while she was screaming for her life, she would feel his hands slipping through her ripped cotton clothes. Then he would tweak her nipples so hard that her yell became even louder. It was terrible. "Arrange her. We need to take some pictures." His hoarse voice brought Brielle from her wandering thoughts.

I grinded cracking my fingers for his torture. “

Adrian asked after looking at their conditions. Lena anxiously said, "Berserk's arm is infected, but he's in better condition than Griffin and Ridge. Ridge’s condition is the most severe. His entire wound has rotted away… I can't even begin to imagine how painful it must be." She was on the verge of tears. ‘Ridge’s wound is infected, and there aren’t any painkillers… I think anyone else in his situation would've died from the pain by now, but he hasn't even uttered a single complaint.’

He left her hair and held her by her chest with his right hand, bringing her at an inclined angle as he used another hand to squeeze her breasts, pinching them until they were red, almost bleeding. He continued plunging into her nonstop, taking her hard with deeper strokes. It was a Trajan marathon in the room. The only sound coming out of the room was the sound of skin slapping and the pained cries of Grace, as he continued his torture. And suddenly his release came. And Grace thanked the Moon goddess because he kept up for five more minutes before she would have died. She was in so much pain. And after he was done, he pushed her body away from his body with disgust written on his face. Did

The whole exclusive clique from hell had to no what it looked like to cross me, And this time, they more than crossed me! I dropped onto one knee, then suppressed the howl that came with bones rearranging themselves; ready to give in to the beast that wanted to claw itself way out of my soul when someone gripped my shoulder with the force of the world. I spun around to find Grace with a berserk look on her face.

He roared. "You hear me!!!" He slammed one final blow into Griffin’s temple, completely knocking him out cold. But that didn't stop Jettison as he continued punching him. Blood splattered up his arms, hot and sticky. His knuckles split, but he didn’t feel it. He only saw Emilia—broken and unconscious. Theron roared in his head. *Kill him. End him. Tear his throat out.* And every fiber of his body wanted to. His teeth itched to sink into Griffin’s neck; his claws threatened to rip through his skin.

Cuts, whip marks and bruises were floating down around the room causing Sam to cry and Grant to rage out. Dad grabbed my brother and took him to the ground as he screamed loud fighting to get away. He ended up sobbing as dad held him and just told him to let it all out and he did. "Why her? Why is such a sweet person like her? What kind of sick motherfucker would torture their own pack members",he cried out as we looked at the pictures laying all over the ground. This was the sickest shit I heard and I was raped by my old alpha but this was physiological torture.