روايات وقصص ضمن Pain In My Soul

He growls like the beast he is, delighted with himself. “Yes! Finally,” he shouts like an animal. All I can do is cry silently. The pain is unbearable, like being torn apart from the inside, like a burning coal ripping through me. But no physical pain compares to the pain in my soul—the one they have destroyed, violated beyond repair. He grabs my face and kisses me desperately while moving inside me, hurting me more with every thrust. I stop fighting. There is no point. I close my eyes and turn my face away, praying it ends quickly.

My throat is burning, my skin is stinging, and my whole body is paining from the ruff manhandling. But physical pain is nothing. It's nothing but only a cherry on top of what I am going through. My heart, my soul, is still stuck on the second floor of that hall, in that conversation ..

I took off the glove on my right hand, washing my hands, ignoring the myriad of pain that washed over me from my hand, crawling deep in my bones, driving its way up. “Fuck. No, no, no, not now, damnit,” A pain-filled groan choked out of me, and I held on to both sides of the counters, fighting the icy burn in my soul as black lines popped in my veins, moving with incredible speed as it spread up my arm to my chest, pulsing with a force that tore a growl from within, letting nothing but darkness sink in and drown my vision. ***** AYLA BAILORE

VINCE Dying would be a better choice right now. An easier and less painful one. Rather than staying alive and feeling every fucking shade of pain I never knew existed. I wasn't even sure what part of my body hurt more. Was it my swollen eyes that dripped blood in intervals? Or my bleeding ankle that made walking almost impossible and fucking excruciating? Or my aching chest? Or the burning sensation crushing my heart into bits? The pain already pierced into my soul, shattered my resolve, and left me at its mercy. I could almost feel my soul leaving me.

And now I remain locked up here to suffer till I give birth to him. I hate you! You are nothing but a pain! I can never be a mother to such a nightmare! I cried and screened so much. I was worn out but I just couldn't stop screaming and crying. It was all too much for me. The Unknown POV "Hahahaha! I see you have done tour job well." I said. I had sent 'She' to get the demon of deceit and pain to work on Peggy's mind. "Yes master. I did just as you asked. The oldyoung spider demon is feeding her mind with what she believes to be real. Hahahaha!" 'She' said and laughed the more.

I clutched a hand over my heart and curled my body on the ground. It hurt... It fucking hurt. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my whole life. I felt like dying. No, feeling like dying was an understatement. It was like my body and soul were ripped in half. Rhett and I couldn't stop roaring from the pain. ‘Make it stop, make it stops, MAKE IT STOP!’ I shouted in my mind. Instead of getting better, the pain intensified. Other than feeling as if my soul and body were torn apart, there was now a feeling of being burned alive.

There are no words, languages, gestures or even thoughts that can express the pain of loss. It is so deeply aching and soul-wrenching with inordinate care, cutting slowly and painfully with the blunt side of the knife. The pain is phenomenal, incredibly painful, extraordinarily painful, fatally painful. It's pain, pain, pain, just pain. And it doesn't give in, it doesn't calm down, it doesn't give up. And the soul writhes, revolves, cries, screams and groans in dull moans that take over the body, make the spirit stagger and stun. The pain of loss has no sound, no voice, and invades the core of being silently and cruelly, making the body hurt and sick. It massacres the soul to such an extent

Hope POV There is something inside me that I didn't think could break anymore, I thought I had already suffered all the pain, physical and mental. I have lost loves, friends and enemies. I have shattered and reinvented myself. I felt my soul being torn, my skin being burned, my bones being broken and my muscles being ripped. I knelt and begged, I prayed and cursed. I cried tears of blood watching the souls of some comrades being annihilated. I cried because I lost a love, I cried because I lost lovers, I cried because I couldn't be close to the one I longed to be with the most. I cried and begged for the pain to stop.

"They took you in because you earned it. Because you deserve every bit of love you get." The bar lights blurred, a kaleidoscope of our stolen past. I learned then that a soul can indeed feel pain—a pain a hundred times worse than the bone-burning agony I'd endured when the virus ate through my body during those drug trials…

The scent was calming, but did nothing for the pain inside my heart. The sound of my strangled sobs filled her small office, but she continued murmuring to me. Her arms never left my body, not when the sobs slowly ceased. I cried out everything I could, my eyes feeling like sandpaper. No matter how much I cried, the pain wouldn't go away. My soul felt fractured, incomplete without my mate. "I can't stay here." I shook my head, my voice cracking as another sob tried to take over. "I can't stay here and look at him everyday."