Punishments Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

A man that didn't care of your age, of your gender, of your health — as long as you belonged to a pack his sentence was death. I still remembered the day that very same man had taken away my tongue as punishment. An old school punishment that was used long before his time and yet he found it fitting to bestow such a punishment on me. That was the very same day as my first kill. A day I loathed, a day that haunted my dreams, a day that paved what my future would be like. At the age of ten my life changed and to say I became more silent than I used to be would be an understatement.

Climbing seven stories shouldn’t be any hassle considering the type of punishments I have had to do in my lifetime. I was hurting while my mate pleasured himself in between another woman’s legs, and when the morning comes, I’ll have to bear the Alpha’s whip and punishment for being in his house. I hate putting Ailana in any form of disagreement with her family, but it seems like each time she tries to help me, something goes wrong.

he threatens more. Wait what?!. Dungeon?!. Punishment?. What the f**k?!. Not again!. I experienced and suffered extreme punishments back at my home pack. I desire not such within this pack. My negative affliction mustn't repeat. I rescued a pack member not murder one. Why then am I to be punish?. What evil did I commit?. Why really does my every deeds either positive or negative retaliate against me?. Am I jinxed with suffering and unloving predicaments?.

"The whip is their punishment, and if they live after receiving the punishment they are free to live again. But only a few survivors after a one thousand five hundred whips." "That's too much—" I uttered. "The sin they committed is even worse, death was not enough for them to pay for their sins." "How many whips do they receive in a day?" I asked while still not taking my eyes off the bloody back of the punished. "Fifty" the punisher answered then and looked at me "You were the first person to ask me that thing. Aren't you afraid of your fate inside this dungeon?." "I've been living in hell my whole life. So where else should I be afraid?" I answer then coldly looked at the man.

she ordered them and Justin pleaded with his mother to spare him he knew how bad the special treatment was, a person could barely come out alive from that place “And find me that pregnant woman!! I will end her life myself!!” she hit the table angrily and the guards dragged Justin to the room of punishment it had every weapon gun, knife, ropes, blades, electric shocks, and so many torturous objects. They tied both his hands and undressed him and poured extremely hot salty water on him burning him. They then got some strong black whips and they stood in opposite directions and began weeping him continually. They were heartless men and did not even stop for a second even with his loud cries. T

Joy drank water and innocently asked: "Then your mother is in pain again? That can't be. She will be in pain." "Punishment is not a hit, it is a punishment. There are many different ways to punish without hitting anymore. For example, kissing on the cheek." Ran quickly said that because of this, both of them can do it. Maybe it worked in his favor, but he taught Joy that it was another method of punishment instead of bloated whips. Joy immediately said "A" as if he understood, the boy immediately suggested: "Now I will punish my mother first and then uncle."

As I was dragged away by two large men, the last thing I saw was Bianca leaning into Enzo's chest, the corner of her mouth quirked up in a victorious smirk. The punishment took place in the basement. Enzo didn't come down—Mafia rules. Punishment within the family is usually carried out by subordinates; having the Boss present would only make the enforcer hold back. The whip was dipped in salt water. It made a dull thud every time it struck my back. I bit through my lip on the first lash, the taste of rust spreading in my mouth. By the tenth lash, my consciousness began to blur. I stared fixably at a water stain on the opposite wall, counting silently in my head.

He stood up and grabbed a hammer which was on Brandon's spoilt chair that was next to his bed. He retired to the posture he was. He hit the hammer with all the strength he had on Brandon's foot. Brandon gasped as groans erupted from his lips. His foot fingers were destroyed. “I don't think there is a need for me to waste my time on you when you probably don't deserve to live,” he said with a frown as he wasn't enjoying it. Every time he punishes his offenders, what he enjoys the most is their pathetic cries and pleading — their sudden urge to repent and live for good.

Damien didn't even look at her as he ordered his beta: "Take her to the punishment caves. Life sentence. No mercy." Through our fading bond, I felt his command and sucked in a shocked breath. The punishment caves were legendary - reserved for the worst criminals in wolf history. Wolves who had slaughtered entire packs. Betrayed their own kind to hunters. Prisoners endured endless torture there. Daily beatings. Starvation. Silver chains that slowly poisoned their wolves. The physical agony was horrific, but the isolation from pack bonds drove most insane.

Ivan was charged as an accomplice. In the end, Wendy was sentenced to ten years, Ivan to one year, and the university expelled both of them. The rest of my classmates were forced to drop out because they could not pay their tuition. As for me, I went to the countryside and helped more children build lives beyond the rural area.