The Brutal Telling Novels & Stories

The command to tell the truth pushes inside the head and causes immediate torture. Brittany looked at me, fear in her eyes. She had never been commanded to tell the truth, but she had witnessed it often enough. She had witnessed first-hand how grown ass-tough men had been brought to their knees. She sat up a little taller, clearing her voice, “I will tell you what I know,” she whispered.

A blur. A flurry of strikes, each one targeted, each one precise. His ribs, his jaw, his solar plexus. I broke him down systematically, clinically. I could feel his bones give under my knuckles, hear his breath hitching, his groans turning into whimpers. The pack was silent now, watching in horrified fascination. This wasn’t a fight. This was a dissection. An execution.

I told her, flashing a bright smile her way. I looked her over, like really looked her over. There were a few fading bruises, which made me absolutely fucking furious. Hopefully, anyone who had touched her ended up entering death’s door. Alpha Bradley was also on the list of those who would pay, but I had to be patient with that particular name.

President Cole shoved a rough hand under her ass, yanking her hips up so he could slam even deeper, grunting like a beast as he fucked her like a disposable cum-rag. “Take it, you nasty fucking bitch,” he snarled, cock brutalizing her raw pussy. “Ahhh! Fuck, yes! Ohhh, gawd!” Letty screamed, her pussy getting absolutely wrecked with every brutal thrust, her walls squeezing his dick like a vise.

Bruce, weakened and disoriented, could only brace himself for the impending onslaught. Max, known for his brutality in interrogations, took the lead. With a vicious strike, he aimed for Bruce's already battered face. The impact was savage, causing blood to spurt from Bruce's mouth. Each blow served as a chilling reminder of the power these men wielded and their complete disregard for human suffering.

“You will tell me everything. The predatory smile never left Brook-ta-man's face. - I know how to hurt, I'll tell you a secret, you can cut off your hand, and it will hurt you, really hurt. But, unfortunately, the cells of your hand, all these muscle connections, all the nerves, all the sensitivity will be lost. I prefer to savor the moment. The hunter resisted furiously, horror flickering in his eyes. He had seen such horror many times, but in the eyes of his victims.

My breath leaves me in a sharp gasp, my legs trembling as he pries them apart and positions himself with violent force. “No…” The word dies in my throat as he thrusts into me without warning. Pain explodes through my body, my cry echoing down the empty alley. There’s no gentleness, no mercy, only raw, brutal dominance. Each thrust is a knife slicing through my soul, shattering what little strength I have left.

Abel picked up his gun and pointed it at Brute who froze at the sight of the gun. "Any last words buddy?" Brute went dumb. He threw his axe at Abel who caught it with ease by the handle. "You like tearing human limb by limb right?" Abel asked mockingly. Abel shot Brute at both legs, the latter screamed in agonizing pain as he fell to the ground. Abel dragged the axe on the ground as he approached Brute where he laid groaning. He raised the axe and butchered Brute limb for limb, blood splashing on his face and all over his body as he did so. Soon he stopped satisfied with the gory sight of Brute's death.

Not to talk that their father doesn't seem to care about them Braelyn bit her lower lip and tried to struggle against the man's knife that was beginning to lower itself toward Braelyn's chest, but she was unable to. The man was a trained killer while Braelyn is a newbie. What does anyone know how to fight properly? Seeing that the man's knife was only a few cm from her chest, Braelyn closed her eyes in defeat. Tears slipped past her eyes. "Henry, Liam, Sage, Mom is sorry. I never wanted to leave this way. I just want to..." Before Braelyn could finish her word, she heard a loud thud

Another slap to the left cheek followed, "Did I ask for this?" Brutus's cries were pitiful, his body trembling uncontrollably with humiliation and rage burning in his eyes, yet he dared not retaliate. He was afraid—afraid of being crippled by Kiran. Kiran addressed the men sprawled on the ground, "I said I had no interest in you clowns. Do you believe me now?" "I said I would beat your Brother Wayne to that. Do you believe that?" With those words, Kiran kicked Brutus in the groin. Brutus clutched himself as a mix of yellow and red fluid leaked out, and he was sent flying onto the bar counter.