My Tormentor Novels & Stories

"You're so sick. You should be hiding your face in shame but you're doing the opposite. That bitch thinks she's so smart, but she's just as dumb as you are. I might as well make an official statement about it by releasing the tape where she was begging me not to break up with her." "You're so full of your disgusting self. You call people horrible names when you're in no way different from us. She dumped you or you dumped her, what difference does it make? You two still dumped each other! So what's next? I guess you're already in search of mistress number 14." "You're not trying so hard just so I will make you my mistress number 14. Or are you?" Alexander said frankly! "Nah!" She responded wi

The one I dreaded the most my life, he had already trapped me in between the locker. " Miss me already sparrow," He said devilishly. " No, leave me alone!" I tried to say boldly for once in my life but it came out as a little kitten begging for its life. He seems to be more taller and built than the previous session and I was getting shorter each time we're together. Lucas, yes that's the name of my tormentor who made my life so unbearable. I don't know what I did to him, that makes him bully me every fucking second, even the school officials seem to care less about my plight.

"You're confusing Lima. You've undergone extreme torture that even the bravest man couldn't endure. Each time thriving. How is this even possible? A woman with your build surely should've cracked after the first method. We've tried multiple torture methods and you haven't budged once." I don't respond. There's no reason to. While he may be asking, he's not actually looking for an answer. I know exactly why I haven't crumbled, but the reason only just makes me upset. I'm the way I am because of my past. From the extreme torment I was put through at such a young age. Their tactics are useless against me. As I've grown up used to this form of torment. What they call torture, I call childhood. T

It had been someone he knew who had betrayed him, but the memory was curiously fading, obscured by endless pain. His tormentors had somehow managed to capture him, paralyze him so that he could feel yet not move, not even his vocal cords. He was totally helpless, vulnerable to the puny humans tearing his body apart. He heard their taunts, the endless questions, felt the rage in them when he refused to acknowledge their presence or the pain they inflicted on him. He wanted death, welcomed it, and his eyes, cold as ice, never left their faces, never blinked, the eyes of a predator waiting, watching, promising retaliation. It maddened them, but they refused to administer the finishing blow.

With the each tap of his shoe her heart beat was increasing as well and when the man came into the spotlight her heart sank deeper inside her stomach. There he was her biggest nightmare, her tormentor standing right in front of him from whom she was running all the time. She could see his piercing blue eyed from far away. The host handed the mic to him and he nonchalantly delivered a speech but she couldn't even hear a single word because her eyes were busy admiring her tormentor's demeanor.

He was the one who imprisoned and tortured her in every single fucking way possible. Watching Elle up against the bitchy Bandore or Brynn up against the fucker who murdered her mother had nothing on this showdown. I had been threading the enemies vines together since the moment that they showed up. Not only had I put in a lot of time and effort to master this, but my girl also gave me a steroid-like boost to my ability. Toris let out a battle cry the moment that Jarin’s mother disappeared. “The bitch is mine,” he warned everyone. ‘As if. He’s no match to our mate.’ Byron snorted and began imagining all the ways that she could fuck him over. He was very fucking creative as always.

He won't even give me the chance to explain myself, to clear my name. I could see them laughing at me but I couldn't hear them very well. My heart was pounding in my eardrums... There, in the middle of all these people who didn't care about my certain death, there was him. Him, my tormentor. My persecutor who had not moved his gaze from me... His hard, mocking look... I could see it in his eyes. He was going to make me experience the worst. Never... I could get rid of him.

"Do you hear me? Show yourself! Why are you hiding? Why are you messing with my mind? Who sent you? Who sent you to make my life more miserable!" There was no response. That didn't stop me from talking. "Messing with me will get you nowhere. My life is already bad as it is. You have no right to do this to me. I have done nothing to deserve this. You should be ashamed of yourself. Kai put you up to this, right? He sent you to torment me so he can break what's left of my soul? Well, newsflash! I am already broken! There's nothing left. Kai has succeeded. So, stop the torture! Stop it!"

off. I mean, this is the same guy who made high school a living hell for me, and now here we are, sitting in this quiet room, talking about dreams and life like we’re old friends. It doesn’t add up. “How is it that you tormented me for years, literal years and now you’re sitting here talking to me like we’re... I don’t know, like we’re cool?” He raises an eyebrow. “Tormented? Really?” he says, leaning back in his chair. “I’d say I kept things... interesting.”

I was already flushed and how they had made me turn into beetroot. “I won’t take breakfast then.” I was about to turn around when Mrs Johara blackmailed me. That was torture. If men of Durani killed people physically then their women did that by torturing you mentally. “Mrs Johara…” “Mom.” She corrected. “Yes mom. I would quit if you said any…”