My Tormentor 소설 & 이야기

saying that he just left the room banging the door shut. "I will see how long you can survive like this. You will break down one day. Then you will tell me why you are doing this. Till this, I'm not going to stop hurting you. I'll torture you in every aspect that broke you into pieces. I can be your Knight in shining armor but I can be the tormentor of your life. And it depends on my mood and on your actions.

Axel This early morning, I got up with a great news. One of my greatest nemesis in town have been finally brought to my feet. The croc gang leader has really given me such a hard time for it has been almost a month that I have been in search for him. I walk into the dark room and clapped my hand making the lights to switch on. It is a huge room almost the size of a football field and the height of the walls is twenty feet. This is the torture chamber in my mansion.

My panic-filled haze was too opaque to let me pay heed to his appearance— He looked devasted, as though a storm had gone over him. Without saying anything he slowly approached me and got on the bed. My heartbeats turned rapid. Sweat covered my palms and forehead within seconds. I did want to be close to him. I did not want him any closer. I turned to look away from him and covered my mouth with my free hand to stop the sobs. What unnerved me more than my tormentor himself was my helplessness, my feelings, this cursed mate bond that was the main reason behind all these weaknesses that Hunter was taking advantage of.

I placed his plier…stretched fingers on the iron slate and landed it on his fingers, his groan and whimpers of pain were loud but I was so sure it was nothing compared to how felt inside and until I made him feel exactly as I felt or him confessed I wasn't going to stop torturing. "Tell me, Tyler! Who are you fucking working with" I shouted at the top of my voice, I was slowly losing my mind? "Or tell me where Edna and my mate Maya are at?" I said again ready to pull his eyes off their socket if he doesn't respond to me.

The death I've prayed for for years is minutes away, however I don't want it. I want to live, to finally get away from it all and be free. Free of a life without pain or torture. A life I don't hate. To live a life without fear and pain. To finally be myself without fearing what would happen to me next. Yet here I am, laying on the forest floor broken and abused. Ironic isn't it? Struggling to stand up with whatever it is still lodged in my shoulder I look around to see where they've gone. I end up falling over from pain and landing on the object still protruding; causing it to lunge deeper into me. Finally letting the darkness take over.

"You knew that it was not true.. that all those discouraging thoughts were only caused by your worst condition.." "But those evils surrounding me were stronger than my sane mind.." Dave, still avoiding meeting eyes with the old woman, rose up from sitting and stood by the glass wall fence at the balcony. "I fell totally deep in the pit of misery. And because I was trapped in that torment, I became even worse.." Tears visibly formed in his eyes. "I wished that Jeremy would also suffer terribly and miserably, like me.. With that desire, I intentionally hurt and caused him so much pain, no longer thinking about the decisions he had made out of selflessness. While he was hurting because of me, I

Without any chance for freedom. I feel endless agony under the teeny-weeny teeth of ghostly beasts that were ripping, shredding, and tearing my immortal flesh like small daggers. Over and over again… They’re driving me crazy. But I’ll find a way out, or I’m not Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel. And then, I swear, I’ll kill everyone who has taken part in torturing me. Ulfricus, you traitor ass. I hope your soul has never found sanctuary and is being tormented somewhere in the abyss of the Twilight, while I’m decaying here, in immortality. I hope you’re paying for every minute I’ve spent here, in this tomb. Even for every second. And if not, I promise I’ll kill all your relatives. Every person you

I was forced to feel pain and watch the cause of the pain without being able to do anything about it. The thing continued till it was half way deep in left foot and then it looked up at my face. "Youu telll yourrr dadd thattt Lucifff didd nothiiinngg." It said slowly, dragging each word. What? Did lucky send this thing to torture me? That boy... Who... What is he? The thing sunk its claw deeper into my left foot. I shouted without my words making it out of my mouth. I didn't even know which was worse.

He filled me with his entire length, a feeling I thought I would never experience again. It had actually felt wholesome when he wasn’t taking me by force; I realised. Snapping out of my stupor, I reminded myself that this was the Master, Lenard Lee, the man who had caused me so much pain. Watching this handsome, seductive face with thick eyebrows, eyes that called out to you and a smile that would linger in one’s mind for a long time, just brought up those harrowing images in my mind. No matter how attractive this man was, it would not change the fact he was my tormentor and r*pist, and the cause for me to be in such a state. I would feel nothing for him.

Their attention is on him, rather than killing me and my men, as one would expect if the stories of rogues are to be believed. “I cannot deal with this fool, and you will not allow me to put him out of his misery. He is your problem now.” Alcmene huffs with frustration and relinquishes control. Torrin pulls his t-shirt off and hands it to me as I finish shifting back to myself. “This is him? Are you sure, Torrin?” I have to ask. It doesn’t make sense that this huge pile of muscle would run scared from an old man. “He is not as he was, but that is him, I can assure you.” Torrin looks just as puzzled by the frail adversary who has tormented him for eighteen years.