My Tormentor Mga Nobela at Kwento

/-Tediora-/ I didn't know what to expect when I got to the phantom dorm until I saw the white haired man that tortured the life out of me and almost killed my wolf. I froze in place, my stomach churning and my wolf snarling inside me. Azrael. The same man who had tortured me, mercilessly, with no regard for my pain, who had pushed me to the edge of death and broken my wolf over and over again. My body still shivered at the memory of those nights, and the scars, both physical and mental, throbbed like fresh wounds.

But knowing that she was under Morello's mercy, my heart ached with despair. I knew that Morello didn't send me this video just for me to watch him exchange words with Anna. When he mentioned roughing her up, my heart plummeted, and I prayed that my ears were deceiving me. Morello was known for his brutal torture tactics, and most men who underwent his punishment never returned to their former selves. I couldn't bear to think about what Anna's fate would be once Morello was done with her.

My heart pounds as I look into his piercing gaze. “I AM NOT A MONSTER” he screams into my face. “I have worked my entire life to abide by one rule and that is to never harm another. What I do is not considered harm but it can be a form of torture to some. If you would take the courage to ask me instead of cowardly walking away again then you might learn something” he taunts as he looks at my face.

My body was red from all the scrubbing, and I felt ashamed—ashamed that I hadn't been able to fight back, ashamed that I had let him do this to me. I took a deep breath, pushing the thoughts away. I dressed in my pajamas, exhaustion weighed heavily on my body. Just as I was about to collapse onto my bed, my phone dinged with a message. I reached for it absentmindedly, but the moment my eyes landed on the sender's name, my blood boiled. It was him. My tormentor. My fingers trembled as I tapped the screen. "Don't hurt yourself just because you want to wash my touch from your body. It's no use."

I won’t show him the same mess he met that night in the apartment, I won’t let him know how much being taken this way affects me, or he will endlessly use it. I have endured it many times before. I can and will endure it with him, before showing him that weakness once more. Grit my teeth and bare it. ‘’Tell me.’’ He rasps and tilts my head back with a hand around my throat, pressing the back of my skull into his strong shoulder firmly, and looks at my face from his higher view point. Even in half-darkness he looks formidable and sexy as hell. All strong lines and handsome features in the moonlight, he just exudes masculinity from every pore. The tormenter who seduces his prey.

she gasped as I drove my teeth into the right spot to end her life. "NOOOOO" I screamed arching my back of the steel table as I break free of my cursed nightmare. I breathe heavy trying to find breath back. I turn my head and glare at my tormentor. He shoots me an evil smirk as he walks closer to the table. "You didn't get your strength from your mother or that poor excuse of a coven" he spat. I clenched my teeth together,trying no too say a work.

I tormented her until she couldn't physically or emotionally depend on anyone but me. However, I didn't understand the limitations of her punishments because I never had to think about limits. I never had to set boundaries, I never had to reflect too hard on how I had to proceed with torment. I didn't understand how much I was pushing her until her soul fell to its death caused by me until she no longer was the Zara I came to know. I fucked her up and made her into someone I can't recognize anymore, yet, at the same time, I can because her eyes have started reflecting the same insanity that burns within me.

Can’t show him how disgusted I am by him. Minutes later Tobby, one of our biggest tormentors enters the room. “You done with her boss?” he smiles a sinister smile. Showing his yellowed teeth. “Yes, you can take her back to the cells.” Without saying anything else he wheels my stretcher out of the room. I would say that I was glad I was leaving the monster behind but I was not. I was trading one monster with another.

The torturer's surprise only fueled my amusement, intensifying the sinister gleam in my eyes. "Did you really think you could break me so easily?" I taunted, my voice laced with a newfound confidence. "You underestimated the strength that lies within me. I am not so easily vanquished." The words dripped with a venomous satisfaction, a stark reminder to the torturer that his sadistic game had not yielded the desired outcome.

And the most mortifying part is each time I need to use the restroom, this psycho would bring a plastic bucket between my legs instead of loosening the ropes. My head throbs from too many hits to the skull and I wonder why I'm yet to get unconscious. Maybe it's because of whatever it is in the drip he keeps my body full with. I seem to teeter toward the edge of unconsciousness, but I still can't get unconscious and blur out this world. Thankfully, my tormentor had seemed out of it recently, something about a failed attack. I've been careful to fake pain when necessary so he can have his fill of me being humiliated and he can leave me to go focus on his other s