My Tormentor Novels & Stories

“Who sent you? Who are your accomplices?!” The Tormentian laughs and spits out a fang. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Kris grips the assassin’s chin and forces him to look up. “Oh, I would. I would like to know. And I will find out.” Kris steps back and punches him again, harder. I wince despite myself. “Kris, you need to ease up a bit, or you’re going to punch his head right off his-” The Tormentian spits in Kris’s face.

Each limb, each bone, is being broken… one little piece at a time… Her body writhes and twists violently before she stills and begins convulsing. Now she’s being stabbed repeatedly… An eternity of suffering, she shall feel it all. Blood pours out of her mouth from her self-inflicted wounds, which are nothing compared to what I have put her through. A spell created by Endora… I know I shouldn’t have used it, but I really don’t care… Before my very eyes, I can see her succumb to the torture. The screams, begging and sobbing begin to die down after several minutes.

"I can't forget last night's punishment. In fact, I didn't forget every single moment of spending with you in this living hell. I didn't forget every single moment of every single moment of torment. And neither will I let you forget it." "Why do you want to become an enemy of yourself? Why do you want me to show you the other side of me?" In the extremely cold pitch voice of Sikandar Shah, there was a clear warning for her. "Really, what other horrible sides are left that you are going to show me, Sikandar Shah? I want to see all of them to know to what extent you stop so low."

He smirked boisterously, and all I wanted at that moment was to punch him in the guts and have him throw out everything he didn’t eat. He snickered, settling in his seat and wearing his own headphones. What an evil son of a bitch. I should have known his intentions with the vibrator was not holy. It wasn’t for my pleasure, but to slowly torment me with a rampage blow of desire and drive me closer to the edge of sanity the entire evening.

He repeated the action, again and again, each strike a hammer blow to my resolve. Yet, even as my body repaired itself, the psychological torment built up. Each cycle of pain followed by healing became a blur of agony, fear, and a desperate clinging to sanity. Reiner’s twisted face, his sadistic smile, became the monster in my nightmares. "You’re quite the spectacle," he taunted, pausing to wipe sweat from his brow. "An endless cycle of destruction and renewal. Fascinating." Nova was howling in pain, she was exerting herself to keep me alive. She could not even speak, she was fading and fading fast.

"You're just a dog. Don't get any ideas, or I'll beat you to death. Got that?" They tortured me until I was covered in bruises and blood. In the end, I could only cry and repeat their words. "I'm a dog. I don't deserve to fall for Mr. Morris." They didn't care even when they nearly beat me to death. They just left me there to rot. After four years of torment, how could I possibly still have feelings for Jacob? I had learned my lesson. The thought made my throat tighten, and I choked out, "I'm sorry. I know I was wrong."

Torin's chains clanked against the cavern floor as Malachi's enforcers dragged him through the twisting tunnels, his naked body scraped raw by jagged rock. Blood from the blade nick at his throat dripped steadily, mixing with the sweat and grime caking his skin. Rage boiled in his veins, hotter than the bond's fire, fueling every snarl that ripped from his throat. Lyra's scent lingered on him—her pussy's slick heat, the salt of her tears—but it twisted into torment, knowing Malachi's hands had groped her breasts, his cock pressed against her ass. The Oracle's curse echoed in his skull: another male's touch on her would end him. But Malachi hadn't fucked her yet. Not fully. That slim mercy ke

How did I forget about that in the midst of everything that was happening? Shit! l would still have to tutor this bastard. And worse, we are both going to be under the same roof for this stuff. "Argh, crap!" I muttered. This would be bad. My tormenter and I. This bully who had made school a heated place for me in the past year. "That won't help you." My eyes flew open. He was smiling smugly. I wanted to reach out and wipe it off his face with a slap But I held back.

Someone yelled and a kick to my stomach which made me double over followed. As a form of torment, they began to kick and stomp on me while I was at the mercy. This torment continued for a while until another presence joined us. I could feel it, this person carried a more powerful aura and this was confirmed when all my tormentors pulled away from me. Weakly, I managed to raise my head. Crouching next to me, the old seeker grabbed my chin and tenderly lifted my face so that I was staring right into his eyes. “You shouldn't think of running away again." His voice was mild.

One of his favorite tricks. A tremor that might be self-loathing runs through me, so intense it makes my hands tremble. I've been a victim, the one who's been wronged. But right now, in the face of his continued suffering, I realize that I’m not an Angel either. And we’re both broken tormentors, continuing a cycle. I’ve never enjoyed mouth play, so when I asked for him to suck my dick, it was about crushing his pathetic ego, never about my pleasure.