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His grin grows as I nod slowly, “See… How long would it take you to rip him apart?” I lift a shoulder, scrunching up my nose. “Not much, probably.” “There you go!” He slaps my leg playfully, making me scoff. “Are you suggesting that I should fuck my tormentor?” I ask him, forcing up a shocked expression while my traitorous heart beats into my throat.

My eyes couldn't focus on the direction he was pointing at, instead, it was fixed on the man in a black tuxedo, my insides lurched with fear, a mixture of dread and terror enveloped me as he flashed me a sinister smile. Why was my tormentor here?

That was the only sense of normalcy in a sea of torment. The enforcers, who had been nice to me, now treated me like a ghost. They would stop talking when I walked by, their eyes filled with a mixture of fear and conflict. Maria was the worst. She would go out of her way to taunt me, to remind me of what I was. “The abomination is showing,” she had said to me one morning, a cruel, mocking smile on her face. "I can't wait to see what kind of monster you give birth to."

Nat replied. A sinister smile crept across Alpha Kendrick's face as he thought of Maya. He spat on the ground in disgust, holding his head in frustration. "Ahhhhh!" he screamed, feeling the weight of mockery in his bones. He laughed bitterly at the humiliation he had endured, vowing to repay them tenfold for the disgrace.

How do you compensate someone for causing such misery that it irrevocably altered the very fabric of who they were? Someone else, someone else whose every shadowy nuance of thought was unknown to me, had been dragged from the terror and the torment of that nightmare cell, his subconscious stripped naked by the power of those infernal drugs until there was nothing left unknown to his captors. I wasn’t a chieftain making the tough decision for the betterment of his pack. I was not an Alpha with no freedom to enjoy life for all that was right. I was a beast who’d tortured a good girl who, unfortunately, had loved me, and then I’d been a total asshole in owning up to it.

With that, he plugged in the flash drive on his computer and played Delilah the videos. Delilah was about to argue, but the very first video left her utterly shaken. Nathan was pressing a heated rod against my body, snarling, "Who cares if you're the heir of the Sorrell family? I have countless ways to get rid of you and take everything that belongs to you!" Nathan began frantically slapping his own face after saying that. Then, what followed next was the exact scene Delilah had witnessed back then—Nathan crying as he complained to her about me.

At this point, Nemesis’s top two powerhouses were vulnerable in front of Torbert. “I’m going to explode! I’m going to explode!” Torbert kept on shouting out words that made the two of them inexplicable. “Get up!” he yelled as he walked toward Matthew and Stephen. “Fight with me! Quickly, fight me!” Torbert was in a state similar to that of a drugged woman begging others to do something immoral with her. Stephen and Matthew exchanged glances with each other before they got up from the ground. Torbert had already swung his fist at them. Later, he blasted the two away again after four or five moves.

he whispers gesturing to the heavily guarded metal doors and once again I'm amazed by the fact that he's giving me alone time with my long-time tormentor. He is trusting me to deliver justice to all of River's and his father's victims. He makes me adore him so much even the heavens know it. And that's why I'm gonna make him proud in there. Without further ado, I sprint to my prey and I'm thankful the guard opens the doors for me in time. My tormentor is sitting on an electric chair with both his hands and legs tied up. He has an electric cap on his head and I asses him keenly. Visualizing how I will detach every part of his pathetic body one by one until he is

I wrestle harder with the offending piece of jewelry. I scratch myself in the process, but I couldn't care less. I continue to fumble with the clasp. Strong arms grab me. I attempt to push them off once more, but they pin me in place. "Look at me, Mira. Fucking look at me!" A voice roars. My tear filled eyes snap to that of my attacker. Sure enough, the stormiest pair of gray orbs I have ever been privileged to see hold me captive. Mason Lachlan, my "master". My tormentor.

We had a lot of pleasant memories, we had a great time together but I realized later that it was just fake love and promises. Waking up every single day to find myself still breathing is a torment, waking up to find myself still wandering around knowing full well that I have a beast within is torture. My thoughts every single day I woke up was **Another day of torture and torment! How am I going to pass this?*** The pain is always there, staring me dead in the eye. I am scared of what will happen to me next.