My Tormentor Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Do not comfort me.” “I am not comforting you. I am correcting a lie they planted in your head.” Lucas laughed bitterly. “That sounds like comfort wearing your voice.” Adrian stepped closer. “They hurt him because they could. Not because you made them.” Lucas wanted to reject the words, but they struck too deep. He hated that Adrian could say one right thing in a life full of wrong ones. Marcus scrolled again. “There is a current marker.” Everyone looked at him. “What marker?” Noah asked.

Once we were in the car, he slapped me. "You bastard! Just seeing your face pisses me off!" Terrence was no different from Nadine's 18 other lovers. They had always humiliated me for no reason. I hated myself for being so useless. After living like a coward for eight years, I was finally ready to leave Nadine. "I'm going to sleep with your wife tonight. You excited? Are you looking forward to it? Hey, answer me!" Terrence was about to slap me again when Nadine walked downstairs, her heels clicking on the floor.

With a sob, I turned and began pushing my way through the men who had gathered in the hall and doorway, obviously having been watching the fight. But as I passed Rook, he reached out, trying to stop me. With a shake of my head, I continued forward. I couldn't deal. I couldn't emotionally handle what I had just learned, and I needed time. Time alone. Satan…was Torin. ~~

I just probably ruined the play that everyone worked so hard on. "That's what you do. You ruin things. How long before you realize what a mistake you made?Before everyone realizes?" My Tormentor's voice came back into my head, and I clenched my fists so hard my nails cut into my palms, drawing blood. I relished in the pain. It's my punishment for being such a fuck up. A stupid fuckup that doesn't deserve anything- "Willow? Are you over here?" I heard Jake's voice from around the corner. I quickly wipe my tears, looking up at him when he comes around the corner.

“Do not worry about the maids; I’ll shut them up. All you have to do is follow my lead.” Yvonne nodded quickly. “I’ll do anything. Anything you want!” • For the past several hours, Toran hadn't stopped screaming, thrashing things, and trembling. His eyes were bloodshot red, his breathing ragged, and his skin marred with scratches he had inflicted on himself. The devil is here. That was what she said. Real or dream, he didn't know. When they were at the top of that castle, terrified, she had released that rope after telling him:

His voice carved fear deeper into me, and through the blur of tears, I searched his unforgiving eyes for a sliver of compassion. He finally released my scalp with one last painful tug before shoving me down. I hit the ground hard, and when I looked up, his eyes burned into me like I was something he meant to crush. "You finally met the Torturer. Now, we'll be going deep into my world." "I'm sorry," I whimpered, still on the floor, my body a shuddering wreck.

My voice was slightly loud; it stunned not just me but everyone witnessing the scene. “You think I want this? You think I enjoy this torture every damn day? From the moment I got here, I’ve experienced treatments worse than those of a slave, and for what?” I screamed. “For a sin my father supposedly committed, and yet I have taken and borne every single hatred, every single disgusting remark thrown at me. I have lost my innocence in the most cruel way possible, to be cursed by the moon goddess and fated to the very man who killed my parents.” I stood up, blinded with rage, pushing the chair behind me. “Don’t you dare stand there and claim victim. You don’t know half of what I’ve been through

He roars, struggling against his restraints as he desperately tries to break free. I click my tongue and sigh loudly in a tiresome manner. “Oh, believe me, I know that the hot candle wax hurt,” Straightening my posture, I laugh in a menacing tone and glide my fingertips over the large red dots that are now marking his flesh. “I used to burn myself with it when my demons would suddenly strike me when I was in my most vulnerable state of mind. But I was referring to your ego now that the table has been turned, and you are the one being tormented?”

“Sorry, who?” “T-Murek—he is the vicious monster that tried to kidnap you today. He made me watch as he tortured Loretta. He tore her apart…” He stopped—the tears in his eyes now visible. “No, he did more than just torture her—he broke her soul. He literally ripped her heart right through her ribcage and let it dangle on her chest so that I could watch. He made me watch her heartbeat until she faded away.” Gasping, Natasha covered her mouth. “Oh, God, I’m really sorry,” she said, sympathetically.

"Mentor, I'm sure you've checked for many ways already, but is there no way for you to change things around? To stop harming her, or to be freed from the curse?" "No, kid. The many things I've tried have never worked. I've restrained myself, left notes, reminders, orders. Whatever I do to stop myself, it enrages that other side even more, and "he" takes it against her." There were a few more minutes of silence. "So, yes. I hope that answered your question. I was quite honest... painfully honest. You can feel free to be disgusted, to be enraged, ashamed. I am all that myself." Melo was on the verge of breaking when the door of his room opened, and a thin, small figure showed up and came to th