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My pinky never fully healed, but it didn't bother me anymore. I married Julian, and by our second year together, we had our daughter. I bought the old company back. After all, it was something I'd fought so hard for. That dark chapter of my life no longer had the power to hold me down anymore. Then, one day, I got a call saying Joanna had been caught. I hurried to the police station, and they showed me a video. Henry was tortured so badly that he was almost unrecognizable, but the date stamp showed it wasn't from this year.

Arms crossed at all times—unless dragging someone out or blocking a door. Content Warning: This story contains themes and depictions of sxual assult, r*pe, non-consensual acts, gr*oming, sx traffcking, and dr*g use. Reader discretion is strongly advised. These topics are part of the narrative and may be distressing or triggering for some individuals. Please take care while reading.

he asked "you still don't understand, we were kidnapped and tortured, I watched the men who kidnapped us flog him like the way the soldiers flogged Jesus. I was r*ped by one of the crew mates and molested in all ways possible, my mental health was abused and my body became a toy in their hands" I revealed Derrick was stunned, he couldn't believe what he just heard, he kept staring at me with his mouth half open. "Who would have the guts to do this to you?, what have people turned into?" he asked

him they found me stealing from my aunty jewelry box and I was a very disobedient kid, they don’t have any control on me. I was only 7 years old, my father brought me back home, disappointment clearly on his face and once I was recovered he sent me to boarding school.” She removes her hand from his grip and place both hand in her laps, staring down at them. “When I was sixteen I met a guy in school, he used to say he loved me, and with his caring nature and always available for me, I trusted him and fell for him. For valentine, I went to his dorm to surprise him, when I found him with another woman. When they saw me, they removed all my clothes, tortured me for hours, tied me on a chair and

She hugged him close, "I am so sorry, you didn't have to talk about it." "I want to." He said, him talking about it made him free inside, "He used me a lot Korina, and his friends too. Both male and females, they made me do things to them orally. It was sick. I was disgusted with myself and when I refuse or resisted, I was beaten to a pulp, I ended up in the hospital several times, I ran away several times only to get captured and come back to being tortured. I remember nights Claire would cry with me soothing my broken self, I remember how Russo teased me every now and then of being used by his beloved father!" "Russo?" Korina questioned with raised brows.

She tired to get up and run again but he was quick enough to deliver a hard slap her body fell on the mattress with the impact all energy drained out of her body because of the all the emotional and physical torture he and his family inflicted on her in the past couple of hours. Alexander without further delay ripped her bra and thrown it on the floor to join her wedding dress. Her panties also suffered the same fate. She was lying in front of him stark naked. She tired to cover her modesty with her tiny hands... But he dnt even gave her the opportunity for it and tied her both hands to the bedpost using his vest. Her tears came out of her eyes like an waterfall, flowed like a river hiding b

Weirdo. This story will also contain some mild reluctance/non consent sex. The universe this story exists in is in my head. There are no STDs, no crazy people that want to machete you in the dick, none of the reasons it would be terrifying if this were a true story, which it isn't. Doing any of the things in this fictional story in real life could get you a very real STD, stabbed, raped, arrested, imprisoned, or worst of all, grounded. Please take this for what it is, yet another of my ridiculous fantasies spewed out onto "paper" for you gaggle of perverts. Is that the right word for a group of perverts? Ah, I've got it. A gangbang. A gangbang of perverts. Perfect. This is a delightfully dev

No one could really feel anyone’s pain just by looking at it and now after working with the dead bodies like this for the past eleven years this should have been a lot easier but it did not. After all it was not a clean kill. The one which you would know that the death had been instantaneous and there had been no pain involved at all. This was a kill which had been pre-mediated and then the torture had been done to take pleasure. The bastards who had done this to her were sick and Jane wanted to strangle them, but then again that would mean that they would die too soon and for a crime like this you deserved the maximum pain. It was a pity that castration before life-long imprisonment for sex

My own father had tracked me down and subjected me to unspeakable torture, a gruesome punishment that left my left pinky finger severed as a perpetual reminder of his dominance. I rose from the bed, locking the door with a sense of urgency. Returning to the bed, I sank into it, the weight of the world pressing upon my shoulders. That night marked the transition to a new year, a time when others reveled in celebration. For me, however, it was an entirely different experience, one tainted by the grotesque spectacle of witnessing another human being subjected to dehumanization. It wasn't my inaugural exposure to such horrors; I had witnessed the severing of three men's penises when I was merely

I asked him. He is looking at me with hatred in his eyes. “Yes.” “That day, he took her to an abandoned warehouse full of loan sharks he owed money to also. They raped her again. Then played roulette on her body. If it landed on red, she was whipped three times. If it hit black, they burned her. She was suspended in chains after being raped and endured hours of pain and torture. Your father then tried to kill her with henbane pills. Your uncle Raul has the medical records to prove it to you. Along with all the pictures and medical records showing the extensive damage done to Thalia’s body. If that weren’t enough, Diego then molested her until she was eighteen.”