Hermione Tortured Novels & Stories

My wife has suffered from hereditary migraines for years. After three years of marriage, I finally developed a specialized medication just for her. Carrying a lunchbox, I headed to her company, intending to deliver the medicine to her in person. But her secretary mistook me for a kept man. He dumped the contents of the lunchbox over my head, stripped off my clothes in front of everyone, and even made me swallow the only dose of that specialized medicine. "A mere food delivery guy, and you dare dress so indecently? Today, I'll show you exactly what happens to a homewrecker." Then, with a smug grin, he turned to claim credit with my wife. "Ms. Milstein, I took care of that food delivery

"Look. The Lord has seen her repenting and has punished her." Torture at the college was systematic. Monday was designated for purifying one's sense of taste. Sophie had to kneel and drink holy water mixed with glass shards at 5:00 am. In the afternoon, she had to swallow earthworms alive because they were supposed to consume everything dirty in one's soul.

Peter's POV Draco walked in front of Enzo and me as we made our way to the underground torture chambers. The journey that normally took about 1 hour took just 35 minutes to complete. Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago.

He fell on his side and Tiffany rushed over to him. “Hermione, get a grip will you? Reserve all of that anger for Emilio not us.” She scolded. “How about I reserve all of it for you instead.” I stood up and she looked a bit spooked. I was on another level of crazy. These wolfs bane be really messing with my thoughts.

“I’ll shift and let you handle her!’ ‘No way! I can’t do half the things you can. So deal with it yourself!’ Thankfully, he kept mum afterward while I waited for Hermione to wake up. Despite being unwell, she looked so beautiful, so angelic, I felt guilty for torturing her so much! Would the goddess punish me? The tears had dried on her cheeks and her lips quivered whenever she stirred. I couldn’t look away from her. Sitting beside her, I tucked away a stray curl that fell across her radiant face.

While we were walking them to the car someone yelled “ Watch out!” I didn't have time to react but the only thing I saw from the corner of my eyes was the orange flames that were growing more and more in front of the packhouse and the scream of Alpha Nathan, he was screaming in agony, pain and once I turn around I saw why he was in pain, the orange flames were coming from him and looking next to me I saw Hermione so focus on him that I finally catch up that she was the one burning him alive.

Lourdes wasn’t even keen on letting her go; however, she had no choice since Hera had already been conscious of the fact that all of those terrible things she’d seen and experience were nothing but a figment of her distorted mind. “I never did like Ms. Lourdes’s Torture chamber,” Kioven had said as though by doing so, he’d console Hera’s disconcerted soul. She could remember grunting as a response and carefully shutting the door before slumping down to her bed, lying horrorstruck at the thought of the said chamber.

I didn’t see anything funny here, and he was being quite unreasonable, I was cursing so much because he hurt me and I knew he hated it, so I did it more. “The cursing was a long time ago. I don’t think you should torture me for it.” He gazed at me for a moment before plunging two fingers inside me. I gasped, throwing my arms around his neck, soaking the pleasure but then he drew out again, leaving me hanging. Okay, I’d go insane today.

I growl lowly. Hermione unsuccessfully comforts her. Woah!. Hermione ain't no mere werewolf. She survives mom's screams within her room?. I won't survive such situation. I'll pass out. Well, it's high time I shut the screams. "Leave us!" I order Hermonie powerfully. Her expression squeezes. She stare wierdly at me. She roll her eyes then reluctantly exit with a powerful door slam. I chuckle unborthered. Is she mad?.

It made her remember those painful moments of her life where that terrible human, Paul, had insulted and humiliated her so much behind that closed door. "These tears of yours are not going to work on me because I know with what intentions your wicked family has sent you here, but I won't let your intentions get fulfilled because before that, I will snap your neck and will slit your tongue. Did you understand that?" He growled at her. That was it for that 15 year old girl to tear up badly. She broke down into tears and started panting as her whimpers and loud sobbings came out as abrupt heaves.