Novel & Cerita Griffith Berserk Torture

'So f*ckin painful! He howled internally from feeling like his skull was not only being split, but that his brain itself was being smashed and cut into pieces. All over he was feeling uncomfortable for his blood started to seep out of his body, making him look so hideous. Considering that, how could he be feeling good? The torture was no less than what Sandro Smith made him go through four years ago. Grace was an even scarier opponent than Sandro. To the point that all Niccoli could hope for was not a slim chance of victory, but survival. Yet outwardly he still had to behave like a stupid nutcase purposely angering a demigod.

Rippling black fur coats thick muscle, his shoulders rising and falling with every breath. He doesn’t look at me. He keeps his gaze locked forward as low growls vibrates from deep in his chest. When the Berserker lunges, Cain meets him in mid-air. His jaws snap around the Berserker’s throat and I hear the sickening crunch of bone. In retaliation, the beast’s horns lash out. I watch in horror as one gashes Cain’s shoulder, while the other spears his side. Snapping out of it, I reach for my Berettas, but stop when pain suddenly tears through my back. My body lurches sideways, a sharp gasp ripping from my throat as my knees buckle.

He spits the blue eyeball out of his mouth. “Kneel!” Asher growls, holding up Grizz’s tattered and beaten body. Darius and Brickland’s wolves stand over Foster’s dead body, licking the blood off the jowls. Asher stands over Grizz, letting the claws from his free hand extend. In a swift swiping motion, the front of Grizz’s throat is now held in Asher’s hand. Asher then shoves Grizz’s dead body away, as if touching Grizz burns his skin.

Now this serum is deadly even in the watered-down state that is used, if whipped enough times the consequences can be deadly. Graves is over elated as he is nearly there, he is nearly at the last 10 lashes of Elizabeth’s punishment. Elizabeth was hanging weakly from yesterday’s whipping and his rough handling of her afterwards. He was so close to losing control that he only just managed to stop himself from burying himself inside her before he shot his release all over her stomach and breasts.

I'm totally bare before them, humiliated beyond words. "Hold her down," Garith says as he unbuckles his belt. The sound will always traumatize me if I make it out of this alive. He lets his pants drop along with his boxers while his men hold my legs open. He then strokes his small and stubby cock a few times, hoping to get it harder. The look in his eyes...it'll haunt me forever. He positions himself between me, his face inches away from mine I use my hands to punch his chin, and he grabs my bound wrists in irritation, hurting me.

His body trembles like a reflex for all the torture I have been putting him through, almost like he’s come to fear my presence, and that fills me with a dark thrill. “Fuck you,” he spits out, but I couldn’t be bothered by it while my eyes circle him as I need to be careful on how I torture him because he’s barely hanging onto life, which I don’t want that. Carlo Graco is made of steel too because no ordinary man would have survived that long torture. My gaze stops at the stitched slash in his stomach that Gareth came to fix just yesterday. An idea lights up in my head, sending a burst of adrenaline through me.

If the alpha was lost, so was the clan. "Keep fighting, Alpha!" Kelda, the pack's shaman screamed over the rising wind and the crack of lightning crossing the sky. Brodolf threw his head back and howled, the sound long, loud and dripping with pain. Suddenly, he felt a pop, weak as a soap bubble, but a sign that he had won this round. They had once again beaten back the berserker that lived within him. Slowly, his body righted itself until finally he was left lying on his side, naked and spent, upon the frozen ground. Kelda sat next to him, murmuring nonsense and stroking his hair, giving him what comfort she could until he recovered enough to sit up and wrap the blanket she held around his b

She began whimpering and hyperventilating as they continued the torture. "Why are you guys doing this?" Seraph took a break from assaulting her thighs to look up at her. He gave her a devilish smile as he spoke. "You wanted us to do this." Both Maxim and Seraph opened their mouths and revealed their extended fangs. They slowly brought her flesh to their mouths and bit down.

Brent was covered in blood as he stood in front of the bedroom window toying with the nail file that he had just used to scrape the skin away from Theresa's eyelids. He took breaks from torturing he rso that he could enjoy every aspect of it. Her screams and moans, full of pain brought him back to reality. He had to replace the gag back in her mouth to keep her screams muffled.