Griffith Berserk Torture Novels & Stories

I responded, jumping at him. I don't know when the shift happens, but there's nothing but paws, fur and claws when I land atop him, rolling and clawing at his face. "Berserker" Jeremy hisses at me, before bursting into maniacal laughter. "I'd know that look in your eye anywhere." He claws at my underbelly where I've already shattered my ribs, aiming to do more damage to my now exposed organs. He throws me to the side, hissing at me, hair matted, clothes torn, then the man laughs when his hand suddenly brushes his side finding blood.

It wasn't pain; it was theft. My knees buckled. The golden aura of my gravity field flickered and died, vacuumed into the black hole of his presence. I felt my strength—the years of training, the Highblood vitality, the very will to maintain my posture—flowing out of my pores like cold sweat. My muscles felt like dry leaves, brittle and hollow. "Barzil!" Viggo choked out. I looked at the Berserker. He was shrinking. His massive muscles were deflating in real-time. His red eyes were dimming to a dull, muddy brown. He fell to his hands and knees. He retched—a wet, agonizing sound of bile hitting stone.

She didn’t know if she was going to survive this, yes she had been ready to accept her death, but this, this was unbearable, this was a much worse fate than death. Her very skin felt as if it were made of pure lava, burning as the venom traversed through her body, feeling as if it disintegrated everything it touched, pulverizing her very cells in its wake. So consumed by the excruciating torture she didn’t even notice when they were joined by other living things. “Aiden!” Griffon called, fully clothed unlike his best friend, his hand clamped tightly around his mate’s. “Alexa!” Jean cried out, pushing past the young couple, with her son and the pack’s Beta not far behind.

"Pitchfork... Her... Suffer... That was when I was able to notice the thick blood that was all over the bodies of both beasts. I stared at the blood stained pitchfork and screamed the louder. I knew what they were about to do. There was no escape for me. Nothing at all for me to do no. They were about to give me the worst pains of my life. I watched as the one which had appeared second came towards me and pinned me down. I was still screaming loudly. The fire didn't seem to affect them as it affected me. All I could hear was my loud screams and them laughing hysterically. They laughed so much making it obvious for me that they loved watching me in pains. "Nooo! Noooo! Let go of me!" I yelled

He removed the jacket, then the shirt, needing to breathe without Adrian’s choice touching his skin. His eyes dropped to his ribs. He froze. Beneath the pale skin on his left side was a tiny scar. It was small. Too small to mean nothing. The line was neat, clean, and careful, like someone had cut him open and closed him again with patience. Lucas touched it. A sharp sting shot through his side. He gasped and stepped back, hitting the sink. For one second, he heard something. A soft beep. Lucas stopped breathing. He searched the bathroom for a hidden machine, a camera, anything that could have made the sound.

But the torture gets worse. The next male positions himself over me. Before he thrusts into my body he lodges a knife into my ribs. His thrusts are more cruel and torturous than Gold tooth's. I hear a sickening slurping sound and a loud thump. The male jumps off of me and heads towards Blaze. I hear the fighting, but the sound is muffled by the next man's grunts. Just when I think he is through with me; he shoves a knife through my left hand.

Once a majestic tiger, he was brought down by circumstances beyond his control. When they reached the end of the corridor, she heard Gresso’s terrifying growl followed by a string of curses that would have earned him a bar of soap in the mouth in her household. “Get your fucking hands off me! I gotta see my doctor!” Yrah squeezed her eyes shut when she once again heard the “bzzt, bzzt” of the taser followed by his agonized groan. “I swear to God, each of you wankers will wake up tomorrow morning with Italian neckties. Fuckin’ count on it! You goddamn ugly motherfuckers!”

hard way."She felt a kind of pain in her heart, which she didn't want to feel. She can feel how vulnerable he was. And it tore her apart."After that I wasn't the same Andrew. I wasn't the same kid anymore. On Lucy's funeral I decided to take my revenge on each single person who was involved in my misery."He seethed in anger. She was taken aback by seeing his change demeanor all of a sudden. His red shot eyes met hers as he menacingly spoke."You know what I did to that mafia boss who rapped my mother. I tortured him for seven months and eight days precisely. Each week I chopped his one finger and when there wasn't any finger left then I slashed his flesh and fill that slash with salt and the

His body felt as though it were being ripped apart from, as if tiny specs of metal had somehow circulated it's way throughout his entire body, and someone held a high power magnet against him and all the pieces were trying to rip through him. "The fuck is happening!?" "Ooooh this is good I can't wait to see!" Brisia declared jumping for joy. "I haven't seen anything like this in... Well never , I've only heard about it!" "What the fuck about this is good!?" Though Christopher felt as though any second would be his last, Brisia was clearly enjoying every moment of his torture.

" I want the truth!" He gritted through his teeth. "We work f-for the Russian mafia and we were s-sending the shipment to i-Italy..." He said with his hoarse and tired voice. Jones punched his face and his head fell backwards, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. Boris passed out from all the torture and pain and blood loss. "F*ck!" Officer jones dumped a bucket of cold water on to his face. Boris eyes fluttered as he groaned through the pain. Jones moved to lex and stood behind him, and held onto his injured shoulder.