Technoblade Sadist Novels & Stories

“Normally I wait a few hours until we get to the main event during my tortures. But I promised my new wife I’d be quick, so looks like we’ll be getting to the good part right away.” He moved closer to them, standing over them. He tapped the back of his knife against his hand, staring at the two struggling men, both pale with bloodied torsos. “Okay, I guess a little foreplay is necessary.” He squatted down, and before anyone could process his words, he shoved the knife into one of their chests and dragged it down the length of his torso while the man screamed in agony, more blood spilling out of the tearing in his chest. Blake laughed in a sick way and then turned to the other man, doing the

“Here’s an idea. A warm cup of milk. Do you want me to get one for you?” “I am okay,” SpeedBlade says, “Really. I just want to get some sleep, and I think I’ll sleep a little better if you weren’t here.” He points toward the exit. “SpeedBlade, I’m not as straightforward as you, but let me give it a try. Speed, ever since our fight with Heavy-Metal, you’ve been acting weird. And, do remember, one of our friends is a wood elf with expert computer skills. What’s bothering you?”

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that they had both entered the room. Justin closed the door and that's when I realized he was shirtless and didn't even have a gash. "What happened to your stab wound?" I croaked out. He laughed bitterly as he looked down at me. "Babygirl I've been shot and stabbed with real knifes multiple times. A piece of glass can't hurt me." He explained as he looked down at my body as if it were a piece of meat. "But you were bleeding you should at least have a scar." I said in confusion.

My best friend Chloe had unknowingly stolen the love of my brother and fiance. Afterward, she told them I nearly killed her trying to win the livestream prize money. They all believed her and felt sorry for her. Even my mother thought Chloe was more like her real daughter than her adopted one. Chloe was thoughtful and considerate, while I was worthless. Even worse, years ago, I caused my father's death. So they wished I would just die. I used to have Dominic, but now he had been taken from me too. "You have Wolf Soul Deterioration. You have two months at most," Joseph said gravely.

Kissed my knuckles. “We’re going to be okay,” she said. I looked at Isabella. At Kamsi. At Sofia. “I hope so,” I said. But deep down I knew. Vic the Blade wasn’t done. He had lost a few men. Lost a debt he thought he owned. But he hadn’t lost his taste for blood. And men like him never stopped until they got what they wanted. Or until someone stronger took it from them. The room went quiet again. Machines beeped.

“Completely one hundred percent untouched. Not even a paw accidentally brushing up against her.” “I assure you, I will not touch your daughter. I have no interest in doing so.” “Good.” He smiled a pretty fucked up smile. “Because while stabbing assholes is my favorite torture activity, I quite enjoy slicing balls off too.” My fingers twitched slightly at that. “And I can’t guarantee I won’t do both if I have you chained up.”

I went to stand up but was stopped when she put up a hand. A moment later she stopped continued and continued, "Ten years passed and your father receives a letter much like yours. He was angry at Drael for saying such things but he knew not to take the words he had written lightly. He strengthened the pack and anticipated Drael's attack. When Drael's finally attacked the pack he was defeated by your father. Angered and embarrassed Drael walked away from the fight and when all was settled he took his son and snuck into our house. He took your father, tortured him, and finally sent me back the burnt remains of your father. I had cried for a week until I set out on my own. I left the pack and y

Blanca was there. Ms. Blanca went on to talk about the well-publicized case of two teen players of Dungeon Raydens who had ended up stabbed to death after a virtual melee spilled over to the real world. Kate of course felt bad for her fellow teens who’d never have the chance to grow up, discover their dreams... But as soon as Ms. Blanca started her righteous and grim tirade about MOBAs and the Internet in general, Kate zoned out. It was just like that morning when the commentator in church said “Please sit” right before the homily.

ALPHA NATE Blake stared at me with a mixture of expressions on his face, he is disappointed and I don't think he approves of my nervous breakdown but I don't give a fuck. I just need him to confirm to me that he has a fucking vagina. "You are so ridiculous." He said angrily and snatched his hands from me. "I am a man and I am proud to be a man, if you don't like me like this, then that's your problem." He said angrily which I find cute.

With the same alluringly cunning smile on his face, he took out a knife from his pocket. "I'm gonna make you feel exactly how I felt looking at her." With a dead tone and a dark manipulative expression, he stepped forward. Later all that was heard were pleas of mercy and cries but Adrian didn't stop he had let his dark side out right now. Every scar he remembered the man wailing in front of him had on him. He kicked him hard on his abdomen remembering her bruise. He deserved it. The man soon passed out from the pain in the corner of the room.