Kaneki Tortured Novels & Stories

"Okay this.. Haruki Murakami, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle And again, as before, she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different from before was that she did not take off her own clothing. She wore Kumiko’s dress the whole time. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

Marco commented but Albert had nothing to say. The room finally felt like it had a source of lightning and Isabella could finally see that Albert was not completely unharmed there was a patch of Red that she hadn't noticed until now on his forehead which was probably due to how Marco had banged him on the table when he found him trying to violate her.

The doctor had just performed a third full-body medical examination on him, and the doctor once again confirmed that Kazuki’s entire body’s nervous system had been severely injured, and there was basically no possibility of recovery at all. Moreover, the four words, ‘Sick Man of Asia’, which were carved on his forehead, were still very eye-catching. Nanako was hoping that the doctor could use some gauze to cover up Kazuki’s forehead so that it would not stimulate her mentor any further. However, Kazuki had firmly rejected this proposal. The four ugly words that Albert had left on his forehead could be said to be the greatest shame in his life. However, it was also the most profound lesson in

“Hayir, babaanne. You know who pulled the trigger and forced Julian to take the blame. This family has more webs of lies than a spider can spin in a lifetime. Tell Quen the truth, or I will murder your precious oğlu.” “You wouldn’t…” She cries out, her eyes growing wider than saucers as she desperately tries to free herself from Niko’s tight grasp. Cenk walks to the table with our torture tools laid out on top and picks up a scalpel, then moves behind Emre amca and presses the blade against his throat. “Try me.” Cenk spits out with his upper lip curling in defiance, his nostrils flare, and he glares at our babaanne with repulsion.

Yoshiki watched as Kenchiki's face changed rather quickly, from shock to surprise to anger and at long last to an expression that had wicked intentions. "Yoshiki, who you do you need me to injure, I'll call some of my henchmen, I mean men, and have him taken care of." Kenchiki tried to put his most obedient and helpful expression on his face all the while plotting how he was going to torture the unknown man to death.

she wasn't a good mother. She never was. If she were, her Aito would not have lost his the first girl he ever loved. If she were, her husband would not be in jail. If she were, that innocent girl would still be alive. "And you, sir," Kenji continued, his tone sharpening again as he turned to Mr Igarashi. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself. You know the truth about Haruto. Deep down, you know, and yet you choose to deny it and torture this innocent soul."

Holding my spot, I prevent him from entering my Castle without answering my question. “We were just letting out some anger Lucern, now please move so we can get cleaned up and dressed.” Kenji runs his fingers through his hair as a tired sigh leaves his lips. My eyes move down, startled to find that both men are standing there completely naked. The blood prevented me from seeing it before. I go to move out of their way when Kenji’s words sink in. Letting out some anger. Letting out some anger, how? By running through my forest killing innocent animals? At least I hope it is animal blood that is covering both of their bodies.

looking not lowering his head in the slightest. Andini, who saw Yusa's increasingly sharp eyes, was not afraid of being scolded...she felt that Yusa was not a young man who was afraid of being bullied. "Ken, are you okay?" Sheila looked at Yusa full of hatred. "It's okay, just a little wound here..." Kenan pointed to his stomach where his shirt buttons were messed up because Yusa hit him. "Come on, let's go into Ken...let me treat you..." Yusa just stared indifferently when Sheila bumped into his shoulder roughly bringing Kenan inside.

though isekai was fast enough to use his finger to tip off the direction of the katana, it still left a small cut on his neck. after tipping the katana away from puncturing through his throat, isekai performed a quick roll making the net that would have caught him to miss by some inches. after the roll isekai took up the wooden katana that he has planned to use for training as he took a fast dash not ready to slow the momentum. bam! the katana connected to the head of the second man that have tried to catch him with the net as the man touched his head to feel the blood dripping down his head before slumping down, isekai has really hit him hard.

He wasn't a saint, he'd killed, he'd tortured, but… even he had a pretty clear moral line when it came to women and children. After her confession, Anika had had a panic attack, so he had tried to calm her down for a couple of hours until she had finally cried herself to sleep, which was kind of hard to watch, and so? he expected to torture her? When her tears had managed to hurt his soul.