Suffered Humiliation Crossword Novels & Stories

I was the reason he ascended to a rank that would otherwise have been possible in his lifetime. Was he going to have to beg shamelessly? To be mocked and ridiculed by the same people he used to trample over? All it took was a couple of setbacks for his already meager flame to be reduced to all but a pathetic wisp of smoke. I had been too good to him. I always believed my sincerity would be rewarded. In the end, all I did was let the two vermin take advantage of me. They were freeloaders through and through. Elena went on with a faint tinge of helplessness in her voice, "As for Miss Elena… She seems quite displeased with the way things have turned out.

So, I apologized to every one in the room. One by one. One person at a time. I want to kill myself to escape from this humiliation. His uncles, his cousins, who laughed at me while I said sorry. I never felt so humiliated in my entire life. Adriano even made me apologize to his body guards and even his driver. It was quite clear that his motive was to make me feel insulted. He didn't care about my apology, he just enjoyed how much humiliation I got to face. He wants to break my spirit.

"When you had Enough, all hell Rises" * * * * ¶Aiyla PoV¶ Giving a sinister smile to Neil "I asked him how does it feel to be mortified and humiliated; does it feel good huh Neil tell me...tell me you fucking asshole! "How does it feel to be smacked?" "How does it feel to be helpless?" "Are you enjoying being humiliated?" It does not feel good, does it? The humiliation and stigma you are now feeling, well, let me tell you I felt the same for years and years.

The poorly-disguised snickers. “She really thought she had a chance with Noah…” “…Did you see that outfit? My grandma wouldn’t even wear that.” “She’s, like, delusional. Honestly.” “It was brutal. I heard she cried in the bathroom.” And the laughter. Oh God, the laughter. Each word hit like a pebble. Small, but adding up. I was drowning in humiliation. Every step felt heavier. Every glance like a dagger. I wanted to disappear. I wanted my hoodie back. I wanted to crawl under a table and never resurface.

But this public, vicious, soul-crushing humiliation? This hurt so much more. It felt like it would never end.

He growls loudly, pulling at the restraints before relaxing. Degradation; humiliation. He had mentioned those as forms of punishment, a way to break a sub. He mentioned how it was the one thing he could not stand, him being humiliated or degraded. What would make him feel humiliated? I walk out of the room, back to mine, and grab the bag. Walking back in, I open it, and I begin removing the makeup, hoping that he will realise what I am doing before he has all the makeup on. I grab the brush and blusher and walk over to him. I rub the brush into the blusher before applying it to his cheeks. I swing the paddle over his ass again.

The grief of trying, over and over, to be enough for a situation that was never going to have enough space for me in it. Then the humiliation. Every comment delivered quietly enough to be deniable. Every moment I had absorbed something I should never have been asked to absorb and told myself it was fine and that I was stronger than it and that it didn't matter. But it had mattered. Every single part of it had mattered.

I muttered, swallowing my pride and bowing my head in submission. I felt utterly pathetic and helpless, with a sense of deep humiliation washing over me. The man in front of me was clearly enjoying my suffering, taking his time to savour the moment. After a deep breath, he spoke again, his voice tinged with boredom. "It's no fun," he remarked. "How about adding the word 'Alpha' at the end?"

I wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out. Sienna laughed, stepping back like she had just done something amusing. “There. Now you look like the pathetic mutt you are.” I could barely breathe. My vision blurred, shame burning in my chest, my skin sticky with humiliation. Then came the rage. My fingers curled into fists, my breathing shallow. I could feel the soup dripping from my chin, sliding down my neck, soaking into the fabric of my uniform. The humiliation was suffocating. Sienna and her friends laughed hysterically.

I tried to beg through the gag, tried to tell him I’d do anything, be anything, just please stop, please— But only garbled sounds came out. He pushed deeper and the pain intensified. It burned. It stretched. It was too much. My body tried to clench, to fight, but that only made it worse. “Breathe through it. Let me in.” I couldn’t. I was sobbing brokenly, my whole body convulsing with the force of my cries. Snot ran from my nose. Drool leaked around the gag. I’d never felt more humiliated, more degraded, more broken. The plug pushed deeper still.