Kaneki Tortured Novels & Stories

Traditional lanterns cast a warm glow over their muscular, inked bodies. Akira shoved me into the center of the circle. “Kneel properly, pet. Show the Dragon Clan how eager their new foreign toy is.” I dropped to my knees, spreading my thighs wide and arching my back to present my swollen pussy and ass. “Please, Mistress Akira… honored captains… use your new Dragon pet. Stretch every hole. Fill me with yakuza seed until I’m overflowing.” A deep chuckle rumbled through the room. The first captain, a broad-shouldered man named Kenji with a full-back dragon tattoo, stood and approached. He grabbed my jaw firmly and pushed his thick, heavy cock past my lips.

Kenji caught them now. "Well... well... well, the kitties of The Seven Wolves are here," Kenji said sarcastically. Soon, they heard Stevia's shouts, and Derek forcibly pulled her from Han's apartment. She was beaten down the hall by Derek, who then dragged her across the floor. "Let her go!" yelled Vanylla, yet Yakuza's member blocked her. Vanylla resisted and was finally slapped by Kenji until her cheeks were bleeding. Deanisa tried to punch and defend her friend but was also secured and tied up. Meanwhile, Delilah, who was not so strong, also tried to defend Stevia, but instead, she was grabbed and held.

He could stand inside the stolen name and the returned one and decide which one would lead him out. One masked man raised a device. Lucas felt the chip answer before the pulse came. He stepped forward. Noah grabbed him. “What are you doing?” “Learning what they fear.” The device flashed. Pain tore through Lucas, but he did not fall. He locked his knees, bit his tongue, and stared at the man holding the control. The white room opened inside his skull, but this time he did not run from it. He saw Soren Vale leaning close. He heard Milo crying.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

Clarisa said quietly. I nodded weakly in agreement with Clarisa's words. "Then, now what should I do? I also want to be nice to Kenan and give him the spirit to fix everything. But every time I see his face, I always think about the video that Steve showed me. I saw firsthand how cruel Kenan is torturing someone!" My voice trembled. I'm too frantic. I was disappointed, angry, and scared. But, on the other hand, I want to hug Kenan and say that everything will be okay. I don't know which side is more dominant.

Her head was on his table. He was gonna have her beheaded. Though her head was down all the while, she was tempted to look at him. But she won’t dare. Instead, She fiddled with her nails, standing uncomfortable because of the sprained ankle. Kenzo watched her every move, what could he do to her, she was so weak. Easy to break in two, he'd never encountered someone as weak as her before, he noticed how she talked freely with Aziel, and sambas too, she was a little weird. He doesn’t know if she would survive if he decided to torture her a little. She was so small and naive. Someone like her shouldn’t be here, but what can he do, she was already here. And the only thing he could do was protect

The leather making it much more painful. Megumi straddled her hips and punched with all the rage of every loss, until she was sure she was blacking out. She got on her feet still circling her. “Is this the best Takahiro has to offer, really?” she spat and kicked her in her face again which was already bruised and bloody. “If only he could see you know. How do you think he would react if he saw you now? He’d kill you himself!” she yelled and stomped on her head.

Nekane started a fire and pulled out a frozen leg of some beast and put it into the flames. "Are you that barbaric that you don't have a kitchen with appliances," I asked incredulously. He glared at me and grunted," I've hidden you deeply under the earth so your God lovers can't find you or your gifted brother who at least has pointed ears." I rolled my eyes and laid down.

He was naked, his muscles rippling under the stream, the water falling down the broad expanse of his shoulders. "Close the door," he commanded, not turning around. I locked the heavy metal door. "Why did you do that at the shop? Kenji was right there. You’re going to get us caught." Neven turned, the water slicking his blonde hair back. He stepped out of the stall, his massive dick swinging heavy between his thighs. It was distracting. He walked toward me, dripping wet, until I was backed against the cold, tiled wall. "I did it because it was fun," he murmured, his hand coming up to grip my throat, his thumb tracing the leather of the collar. "And as expected, your expressions were worth it.

"Kenji was exiled from Tokyo five years ago. Board wolves circled SatoTech after his father's death—my brother's folly, leaving the heir too raw. I crushed them. Bloodied the tatami. But Kenji... he returned forged colder. You see it, yes? The dragon unchained." Images flashed—Kenji's porcelain hands snapping Rourke's neck clean, obsidian gaze unblinking as vengeance spilled for Darius. My stomach twisted, a faint echo of vomit, but I held her stare, full lips thinning. "I see a manipulator engineering scandals to devour empires. Including mine."