Intolerable Cruelty Stream Novels & Stories

Ignoring the blood and the gruesome state of the remains, he threw himself onto my dismembered body and shook the broken pieces frantically. "I thought you were supposed to be tough. Didn't you always love to bother me? Then do it one more time! I promise I won't get annoyed! I swear! Please, Sylvia. Just look at me and say my name one more time." Chris couldn't bear to watch any longer. He turned away, his shoulders shaking violently. The medical examiner and the other staff silently withdrew, leaving the space to Connor, who had completely broken down. Connor wept, begged, and cursed until his strength was spent and his voice was raw. Finally, he slumped against the edge of the table, lett

After that, I decided not to drink blood directly from humans and chose celibacy. For Volders, drinking blood directly from the source is the highest pleasure that cannot be replaced. To enhance the quality and pleasure of blood, our victims usually have to experience certain emotions, whether it's terror or ecstasy. We usually opt for the easier one, which is ecstasy. Hence, for us, sex and food are a difficult pair to separate. Greg is the only one who managed to separate sex and food. I don't know how or why he does it. To me, it looks like torture.

Viola sobbed violently, the kind of sob that tears through bone and leaves a person hollow. Nathaniel approached slowly, the way a man approaches a corpse he already knows is cold. “You took advantage of what I was,” he murmured. “But you forgot what I’m capable of.” Her screams echoed in the small room, bouncing off concrete, metal, and indifference. Nathaniel remained unmoved. “You will stay here until I decide what to do with you,” he said. “No lawyers. No visitors. No mercy.”

He handed his mobile to her and made her see the video. As she saw the glimpses of the video, tears started flowing uncontrollably. Tanvi's tears came like a flood in full force, "How can he do this? How can he be so cruel and selfish to make me his? Does he have any conscience left in him?" Strode towards him, she held his collar and screamed in agony, "What is this, Mr. Rudra? What was this all about?"

CHAPTER 3 WARNING: MATURE CONTENT FOR 18+ [ If you are below 18, please leave, because it may not be suitable for your age. Thank you :) ] Screeeech. There are series of screams. Shambles chain clanked, misheard pleas to be spared had never actually come so forth as there is no salvation. Soreness knocked through instill walls; distraught camouflage by endless sorrow – continuous- unending. The raging river flow. Anger aroused by something unjust were fueled to set ablaze, and berserk to destroy many that scarred, and harm innocence that was left to rot, and bygone for ages.

Set it down. Marco was barely conscious. Head hanging. Body shaking. Blood and burns covering his arms and chest. "That's enough for now," Victoria said. "Let him suffer for a bit. Let everyone watching understand what's coming." She walked to a laptop. Opened it. Showed us the screen. A live stream. Showing this room. Showing us. And a chat window scrolling with comments. The club was watching. Hundreds of people. All seeing Marco's torture in real time. "See?" Victoria said. "Everyone's watching. Everyone knows. The great Iron Serpents are broken. Their president is screaming. Their legacy is dying. And there's nothing anyone can do to stop it."

"Fuck it," Azriel grunted and looked heavenward. He squinted at thousands of water droplets gushing out of the shower. Hiss ripped from his throat as they crashed against his battered skin. Blood continued to drip down his body leaving a bloody mess on the white marble. Every drop felt searing and painful.

"Why are you treating me this way? I don't have the right to suck you anymore." "How many times am I supposed to remind you that we are not an item? You bore me to death." I state as bluntly as I can; maybe she will get the message this hundredth time. "Really?" Dark looks at Ruthless. "Beg your brother for me." Ruthless looks at me, then back at Madison. "You and I know that Cruel never lets a woman suck him more than once, so you should count yourself lucky for having that much opportunities."

They were filled with hatred. "No, no! You're misunderstanding things, Mr. Ding. He and I are just..." Crista couldn't finish her sentence because she was tightly gripped by him. Two streams of tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes. But it didn't make William feel sorry even the slightest. This time William was even more brutal. Almost animalistic. Crista held the edge of the table tightly and endured the pain. She was afraid. He'd always humiliate her like this, and she couldn't do anything about it.

Wendy said "In an attempt to push the one I love away you killed my child? You ran her over with a baby in her tummy? How could you be so heartless? If you had no respect for life how could you do that to me your very own child? I lost a child because of your selfishness. I wish I was never born to you, I wish I died from childbirth then I won't have to see all this" Eric lashed out. "Son calm down" Edmund said in an attempt to calm the situation