Griffith Berserk Torture Novels & Stories

Two days later Grasis’s POV I am Grasis, a cruel and ruthless mafia man who just love to torture others. By torture other, I get pleasure so that I can forget my painful memories. I do not hurt any innocent but I love to torture sinful people. In this bloody adventure, I started drinking blood and rape the girls. I hated my mother so I hate every woman of this word until I met her. She was innocent, she was pure. I just want to keep her with me. I do not want to take her free. I torture her, I give her pain but all was because of love, my immense love.

He keeps wriggling, trying to flip Bethany away from his back, but she holds very tightly on him. With a start, I realize that the tattoos on his upper body are covered in puncture holes that look dark and hideous. Bethany removes one hand from his neck and, in a swift movement, she digs a small, pointy dagger into one of the dark puncture holes in his chest. Serarion screams like he's on fire. "Get off!" the Liminal roars, slamming his head back into Bethany's jaw. I hear a crack, but she just grunts in pain and tightens her hold.

"I would cut two of your fingers everyday bit by bit so you feel the pain in every inch of your body, make peace with the painful sensation and etch it deep in your soul to never touch a strand of hair on Tess." He rubbed his Palms together gingerly as if already living in the moments of her torture." Oh, and of course, the deadline. Hmmm let's see. I will mince two of your fingers everyday with sharp blades until Ruben finds you. Cool right, I'm giving you the chance to have a prince charming moment, you should be thankful." he laughed hysterically. Britt's pupils constricted and she shuddered, her eyes rolled up back into her head and she fainted. The terror was too much for her to handle.

Zared pov The viciousness with which Aurum, Dysnomia, castrated Ahriman, then seasoned his testicles and fed them to him is horrifying. I never thought a woman could be so harsh, so effective at torture. Gunther and I watched, unable to move or to intervene. We actually felt empathy for him, he is an alpha, he deserves some respect. Instinctively I move my hands to protect my own jewels.

First, they would be tortured brutally until they begged for dèath, and second, they would dîe a miserable dêath. Grasso yelled excruciatingly when liquor was poured on his flayed skin. He was losing a lot of bl00d and Sergio had to stop the bleeding. He didn't want him to die just yet. He wanted to feed him with more pain until he saw dèath but couldn't grasp it. When he got to his waist, Sergio stopped and cut his stomach open with the knife. It burst open and the intestines dropped out to the ground. Grasso followed next. He fell heavily on the ground, de@d.

Griffith was outnumbered, so Charlotte got up to help. However, just as she took a few steps forward, screams rang from the front door. Griffith had kicked one of the men in the stomach and sent him crashing to a nearby vase. Fragments of ceramic flew everywhere. The kick caused the man internal damage as he rolled on the ground in agony. The more people there were, the harder Griffith struck. In an instant, all six burly men were floored. The one closest to Charlotte convulsed, and blood oozed from his mouth.

I struggled against his chest with my hands while berserkly kicking his legs with my feet but nothing worked for he remained unfazed with his rugged body hovering over my trembling one. I shifted my face to the side with horror of situation conquering me and he took to his advantage rather he probably thought I was giving him my submission for less than in a moment he penetrated his teeth deep into my neck and an ear-piercing scream cuts past my throat to the excruciating pain that overcomes me. The one I had gone through when I was wedded to them was nowhere closer to this.

"It's okay if you don't talk. I won't kill you. I have many ways to torture you until you open your mouth." As soon as she finished speaking, she used force and stabbed the glass shard into the other man's finger, then she also stabbed him once on the back of his hand. The other person was in so much pain that his whole body convulsed, and many times he almost fainted. "Next is your left hand. If you don't say it, your right and left legs will have the same result." The other man was forced to show his left hand. A trace of defiance flashed in Bertha's eyes. She was just about to stab the skin of her opponent's hand when someone grabbed her hand from behind.

With a swoosh, the entire blade of that dagger pierced Wolf Tail’s chest. However, this guy just allowed Tyr to stab him in his chest, for he seemed to be completely unaware of the pain. Instead, the man seemed even more frenzied. “Motherf*cker!” In the face of such a monster, an in-depth feeling of helplessness emerged from the bottom of Tyr’s heart. He just wondered why someone would go to length to research such a f*cked up drug! For those who had that berserk blood flowing through their veins, like Tyr and others, they had tried everything to remove this berserk blood from their bodies. Yet, these people seemed like they were enjoying the state of frenzies very much.

He knew exactly how to twist me, how to force my body past the point of no return. When it snapped, it was violent. A white-hot rush, my vision fracturing, my body jerking helplessly against him. I bit down on a cry, but it tore free anyway, raw and humiliating. Graves’ groan was guttural, possessive, like he’d just claimed a victory no one could take from him. He stroked me through it, slow and steady, milking every last shudder until I sagged against the cot, wrecked. Then—then, the bastard did something worse.