The Brutal Telling Novels & Stories

Different screams and profanities left my mouth as I wiggled away from him. He let out a frustrated sigh as he pushed his thumb against my wound causing an extremely painful feeling to rush through me. My back started to rise into an arch as I gasped for air while tears started streaming down my cheeks again. Before I even realized, my body was undressed and left in only a bra and the lace thong I found in the dresser. Justin forcefully grabbed my waist and flipped my body over so that my back was facing him. He placed the burning hot metal to my skin causing me to scream and cry out. I tried my hardest to wiggle out of his grasp but the hold he had on me was to tight to escape.

I took a deep breath and rubbed my hands together, trying to stay calm. “What am I doing here?” I asked, touching the back of my head and whined in pain. "Ahh... it's hurting," I mumbled. "That woman hit you pretty badly. It took my friend a long time to bandage all your wounds." The one who had announced I was awake spoke while his friend silently stared at me... I narrowed my eyes. "A woman?" I whispered. My eyes shot open as I recalled everything that had happened the night before. "My... My par--parents" Tears welled up in my eyes remembering how they brutally killed my parents and goosebumps covered my skin. I lost everything in a day…

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.

His thrusts turned feral…short, vicious stabs that made my vision blur. Tears leaked from my eyes, mixing with the mascara streaks on my cheeks. My cries turned to sobs…pleading, broken sounds that filled the room. “Too much… oh God… please…” But I didn’t want him to stop. The brutality built something inside me, coiling tighter with every punishing stroke.

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.

Brax struggled with the two men that held him. "What happened to the ruthless killer I use to know that would share his whores with me?" He kept his eyes on me. I saw regret and pain flash through Brax's eyes, but he was quick to hide it, not wanting to show weakness in front of his brother. "Surely we've all read about the cruellest alpha, the one that killed his own father and murdered villages in cold bloody" he pushed me down onto my seat, going over and sitting where Brax had been sitting earlier. My body was frozen in fear. " I think it's story time."