Griffith Berserk Torture Novels & Stories

Stuart turned to glare at me furiously like I were some hysterical woman making a scene. He scolded, "Veronica, look at what you've become! What's the point of throwing a tantrum now? What's done is done!" His cold words made it sound like my grandfather, Alfred Gallagher, was just dealing with a common cold and not waiting for brain surgery. I stared at the man I'd been married to for over a decade, feeling my heart sink drastically. "Have you forgotten how Creed Group was built from the ground up? Have you forgotten it was Grandpa who took a knife for you when you were kidnapped? The wound from then still hurts from time to time for him!

Why was this happening to me? I felt Gareth tying up my hands so tight as he bound my wrists together, I'm sure they would leave imprints on them. Gareth suddenly took ahold of my breasts, cupping them from both sides, squeezing them so hard, making me whimper in the feeling of that excruciating pain. He twisted my nipples through the blouse, making them so hard. "Jesus fucking Christ girl! You've got the tits of a fucking pornstar." Gareth said, as he continued torturing my breasts. I could do nothing but gasp and whimper.

She spits on the floor "We've done this dance before. You know how it works. I ask you a question, you refuse to answer and then I torture you until you start screaming and squealing like a dying rat." My hands clench at the sound of her voice. The way she dares to remain uncaring as if she didn't try to end my life. All I can think of is making her suffer. "Go ahead and torture me all you want. I'm not saying shi- Fuckkk!" Tiffany cries aloud after I instinctively grabbed the scalpel and stabbed her hand, nailing it to her thighs and using my hand to hold the object in place. I start to rotate the scalpel a little and the squelching sound of flesh and blood almost has me throwing up.

The woman screamed and more when he began his torture, he put a rag in her mouth and pulled out her hair pulling it out and pulling it out, the woman suffered a lot, then he hit her face and the rest of her body, he whipped her with the belt until she bled, her screams could be heard drowned by the rag, until finally he grabbed her bleeding head and hit her mercilessly against the ground breaking it and killing her, full of blood he got up and kicked her body saying "You already paid motherfucker, you fucking bitch, that man is missing, why the fuck didn't he go somewhere else, he had to do it there... but he said that... he drugged him... bah it's his fault anyway, hey you're done with thos

~~~DARK DOMAIN~~~ NIGHT Marco walked into the torture room with the first aid box, but the sight that greeted him made his chest seize. Brittany was biting her lips until they were raw and torn, blood smeared across her chin. The flesh was already swollen, yet she wouldn’t stop—it was as if she wanted to chew her pain into silence. Her fingers were shredded and red, scraping endlessly against the metal chair she was tied to. Her wrists were carved open from the bindings, yet she moved, mindlessly, like a broken doll punishing itself. Marco’s throat burned. His heart ached so much it almost split him open, but his hands stayed frozen. He couldn’t untie her. He wanted to—God, he wanted to—but

I bite my tongue I will not scream I will not show them my pain, I am a tough bitch and they will not break me. When they see that I am not cracking like they thought I would they move on with different tactics. I see one of the men walking over to a bench filled with tools for torture, different shapes and sizes different equipment but all for one purpose to hurt to kill. I see him pick up a knife that has multiple spikes sticking out around the hilt. He looks at me with a smirk on his face as he slowly walks back towards me. As he stands before me he takes this weird-looking knife and starts to slowly rack it down my naked body.

PIXIE I tried to blink the dark spots from my vision, trying to understand that the pain wasn't from Griffin sinking his teeth into my neck; it was his weight that had slammed into my injured body. Amber had charged at him, breaking free of the fear that he held over her and tackling him to the ground. Griffin howled in shock, his pain splitting into a snarl as he spun mid-fall and tore into Amber's exposed throat. He ripped her off of him and threw her across the room, staggering away from me. I spotted the silver glint of a scalpel protruding from his broad back.

What kind of hatred possessed the person behind the camera that would lead them to torture her like this? "I can't choose..." Grace cried over and over. "I beg you, let me die. Let me die, okay? You can torture me in any way you want, I won't resist. Let them go, let them go!" Grace couldn't even see clearly at this point, she was going berserk. Staring at the two children who were crying so hard that they didn't know what to do, she felt a heart-wrenching pain seeping out from the depths of her bones.

Soren approached me and then wiped the blood that had dripped from the corner of my mouth. "It wasn't just that... It was the pain she felt." Soren explained. "They tortured her with needles, her lungs were punctured in some places and when her breathing quickened, putting more pressure on them, reopened some of the wounds." He spoke with a firmer voice, but his hand was shaking, showing how much it affected him. "They really are animals!" Victor spoke louder, I could feel his irritation coming out in small waves.

He rips my toenail clean off, blood spraying him and the wall behind him. The urge to scream, yell, fuck, anything! The pain I feel is like nothing else. All I want to do is yell at this mother fucker, scream at the top of my lungs about how much this hurts. But I don’t. I clench my jaw and grit my teeth. Ball it up and swallow it down. No noises can be heard but the harsh sound of my heartbeat and rapid breathing. Did that ever make Gareth angry, for the rest of the day he tortured me, trying to make me break. When he finally realized nothing was working he sighed and took his bloodied gloves off.