Man Hands On Misery To Man Novels & Stories

Manuel ordered and two of the men approached me. They grabbed me forcefully pulling me up. "Be gentle" Manuel said with a smirk. "No! Leave me alone" I managed to say wiggling my arms. Manuel came close to me holding a syringe and seemed to inject me with it. I tried to kick him but the dress wouldn't let me. What did he just give me? My eyes grew weak and soon, everything was black. * *

I looked down at the man who was once the most powerful Don in Chicago, now groveling at my feet like a dog. My heart felt nothing. A cold, dead calm. "Let go of me," I commanded. "No! I won’t let go!" he clung to me. "You have no idea how I’ve suffered this past year! I see your face every night! You and our baby!" “Our baby?” The laugh that broke from my lips was cold and sharp. “You mean the one you told your doctor to dispose of? The child whose life you calculated and dismissed in a single breath?”

From the way he drove the car with one hand on the steering wheel, to the way his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, or the way he looked when he dished out orders to his soldiers. Goddess, my core kept throbbing and it was getting more intense as the day progressed. We were now at one of Manuel’s clubs. I had met his delta who was human but he worked from the human town, in charge of their Mafia business. “Are the weapons ready?” Manuel asked his delta, his brows furrowing. He had his arms folded across his chest and I couldn’t help but look at the way his lips moved when he spoke. Damn, he’s so sexy. I could give anything to have those lips on mine right now-

In spite of that, his gaze was as dark as night. He watched as the man in front of him suffered from suffocation. There was an indescribable pleasure in his eyes, "Won't you tell me? Are you not tired of days like these? Don't you want to be set free?" The man widened his eyes and glared at Harvey fiercely. He wanted to yell at him, but he could not speak. He merely managed to make aspirated sounds as he continuously pried Harvey's hand with his two disfigured arms. Meanwhile, not a single vein bulged on Harvey's hand; it remained smooth despite exerting such strong force.

I said showing her my pouty face. When I was taking my last offer, a man grabbed my hand and suddenly push me on his lap and held my hips in his dirty hands. I was very uncomfortable and started to get of his lap, he held me tightly by my cheeks and said “don’t try to be hard on me baby I know you will enjoy being with me and will have a great time”and wink at me.

“Just hold my hand.” He grins and takes my hand in his, little does he know that I’m going to be squeezing them to death as the contractions take both of us by surprise. “Shit mil. You’ve got some death grip there you’ll break bones with that grip of yours.” He grins chuckling. “Just shut the fuck up and hold my fucking hand.” “Yes princess.” He chuckled and I gave him a death stare. “Fine I’ll shut up princess, be free to use my hand to take your pain out on.”

“Brandon, how much hatred do you think there is to dismember and mince up someone’s arm?!” As Nate Thurman, Brandon’s colleague, spoke, he was holding his arm against his nose to block the smell. He pointed at the disfigured arm to show Brandon. Brandon indifferently put on his gloves and rummaged around the trash can to find the remainder of the arm. The trash can reeked of rotten flesh and blood. Flies were swarming around it.

The disgusting grin on his face when he brought his face close to mine. And at the same time, he brought his hands upon my face and slapped me hard. I groaned in pain as my face twisted to the side, wondering why my life was filled with so much misery. The bald man wiped his lips and stared at me, “There there. You're only going to make it more fun.” he smirked as he placed his hands on my dress, wanting to tear it apart.

Jack was on the ground, curled up and as white as a ghost, crying out in pain over and over again. It sounded like a joke to me. "You just lost an ear, but your daughter... They took her apart. Your pain is nothing compared to hers!" Jack's face was stormy as he ran to get the first-aid kit from his car. However, when he flung the door open, he ran smack into his assistant. He shouted, his voice strained with urgency. "Get Cindy out here! Now!" His assistant started shaking like a leaf and looked at me, begging for help with his eyes.

“Over my dead body.” Enzo stepped forward, a hammer appearing in his hand from nowhere. “That can be arranged.” He swung without hesitation. The hammer connected with the man’s right hand with a sickening crunch. Bones shattered. The man screamed, a sound so raw and animalistic it made my knees buckle. I clutched the mop handle, forcing myself to stay upright. Forcing myself to keep moving, keep scrubbing, because if I stopped, if I showed them I couldn’t do this, it would be worse.