My Tormentor Mga Nobela at Kwento

I felt like prey ensnared by a predator, powerless to escape the relentless onslaught of his lust. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to block out the torment, assaulting me from every angle. But the images seared into my mind, haunting me with their brutality. As the torment continued, I felt a surge of anger rise within me, defiance burning like a flame in the depths of my despair. But even as I summoned the strength to fight back, I knew it was futile. He held all the power, and I was nothing but a helpless victim in his grasp.

That night was going to be the remembrance of how fate had reversed its game and made her tormentor the lover of her innocence, that same exact tormentor of hers who had promised himself to torment her innocence. With no further wastage of time, he sunk himself deeper inside her, tainting the cavernous extent of her body, ruining the deepest depth of her heart and tormenting the unfathomable part of her soul because he knew the time was running out and once the darkness of this night was going to end, it was going to end him in every possible way because the morning this night was going to bring was going to snatch her away from him forever and so bad, that he would never be able to have her

Whether it was to carry heavy logs or dig enormous pits, they revealed in my torment, finding joy in pushing me to the brink of exhaustion and humiliation. No matter how hard I tried, I was never good enough. The rogues, driven by a cruel desire to break my resolve, would lash out at me with their whips, branding my body with pain and suffering. With every strike, I did my best to remain strong, to endure, but the tears would flow, blending with the blood that stained my skin. I knew it was on the order of Delaney to torment me as revenge for what my mates did to her. Each day I long for an escape from this hell hole but it gets worse everyday.

But alas, my torment only became worse. My mind went to the day I received a broken wrist and ended up in the infirmary. “Well, if it isn’t the defect, the freak.” Natalia is an Omega who loves to torment me. She and her friends are worse than my father. They get creative with their torture of me. They even brag about it to my father, and all he does is laugh.

They made me look like a fool when I was silently dying in pain, every single moment. "It's me, Evelyn," the unmistakable voice of my tormentor emanated from behind the door. This jerk... "You sick bastard, get the hell away from here!" I shouted from within my room, my legs instinctively carrying me to the door, although I didn't open it. I merely stood firmly against it. "I will, but can we please talk for a while?" The audacity of this man to sound so calm and collected when I was a complete mess. He had made me this mess—It was all his deed.

It is a declaration of my refusal to succumb to this torment, a vow to reclaim my humanity. With each step forward, the groans and yells mingle with the howling wind, a cacophony of torment and defiance. The pain intensifies, but I push through, fueled by a burning resolve. Each communication, whether a groan or a yell, is a testament to my unyielding spirit. I am Marcus, the cursed and demon Lycan, and I will not be silenced by this agony. I will fight until my last breath, searching for a way to break free from the clutches of this curse.

I'm not going to kill him, I'm just going to show him what I'm capable of. ''Yes sir. The same also leaves the room, I look at the other four. ''Then I will torture you. The first will be him.''I point to Adam, who is shaking with fear.''Why are you shaking? I haven't even started yet. Heitor returns with Victor, he is a man of two meters tall. ''Called me, my lord?''nod. ''I want you to show that worm what it's like to be raped.''He smirks.

My breath is caught in my throat as I helplessly watch my fat nipples point out. “Fucking look at me.” A series of hot taps smacks my cheek and the firm hand grips my jaw, his fingers dig in, causing my mouth to gape. I'm forced to stare at the face of my tormentor. Dark. A bloody tyrant. One set to break my soul. “You fucking look at me like a god, dirty puppy.” He groans and spits in my mouth! “Your god.” Warm! Thick and bubbly! Fucking white!

Chapter 70 Cheyenne POV When I was done fighting, I went back up to sit beside Mercury. He squeezed my hand. He knew the crap I had been put through; that right there was easy for me to do. The girl wanted to sleep with my mate. Shaking my head, who hadn't wanted to do just that. Things do happen like this stupid crap; I wanted the family not to be harmed, but I knew some of us would get hurt, like Isiah. I thought that man was going to kill him, but he got up and won. Thank the goddess. It took him time to heal, but he is fully healed now. It didn't take long for another to come out; his name is Torment, a weird name, but I have heard of him. What I did hear about him is that when his mothe

He spelt out every word slowly, as if he wanted the point to be driven into my head. It was driven quite alright, because as soon as those evil words left his mouth, a chill went down my spine. "I wanted to be the boss, Tori, even for a second, so that I could have a taste of your cunt." He doubled down. "Do you know how tormenting it was seeing you swing that ass pass me every day? You were a fucking tease, Tori, and I wanted to fuck you so hard that I would watch the lights leave your eyes..."