The Brutal Telling Novels & Stories

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."

Gunnar finally gave Braxton room to breathe and I felt as if I too finally had the chance to breathe after so long. The entire time Gunnar had held the tie in place, I had held my breath. My head felt as if it would explode any second. I could only imagine what Braxton had gone through. "I don't know anything," Braxton's voice was scratchy for obvious reasons. "The problem is," Gunnar mused, rounding the chair once more and bringing his face to Braxton's, "I don't fucking believe you." I wasn't certain how or from where but Gunnar now held a switchblade in his hand and he sent it driving through Braxton's hand.

I fear that if he keeps cutting me, I won't make it. He runs out of skin so he moves on to my legs. I feel each incision more than the last. The pain never subdues. I try to scream out, but my vocal chords just can't do it. I feel paralyzed. Brutus doesn't look me in the eyes the entire time. I know why. He can't look at me because once he does, he'll see the pain in my eyes. Brutus wouldn't be able to live with himself after knowing what he's done to me.

They fucked me with brutal precision, their movements synchronised, their cocks pounding in and out of me with relentless force. The tatted man spat on my asshole, his fingers sliding in, curling deep, while Adrian’s fingers found her clit, rubbing circles that sent me spiralling closer to the edge. My body convulsed, my muscles aching, my mind drowning in the sensory overload. I bit the sheets, drool spilling from my mouth, my screams filling the room. My body was no longer my own; it belonged to them, to their desires, to their brutal, unrelenting rhythm. When I lifted my eyes, Zayn stood there, naked, his cock in his hand, stroking himself as he watched us.

My body was shaking with incredible pain and pain, especially when my hands were locked and pulled behind my body by Jacob, who was still moving fast, wildly and brutally stabbed his large fist into my core roughly and mercilessly. Jacob's loud moaning voice was heard along with the sound of moaning crying from my mouth which now filled the room. A heartbreaking night, which I will never forget for the rest of my life. I don't know how long Jacob carried out the brutal union in my body, until I felt nothing but infinite pain. My vision now felt swirling and turning dark. I don't remember anything else after that. ***

The secrets remained hidden in complete silence. I turned to extreme measures as my solution to the problem. I shoved the blade deep into his arm, and he screamed in pain. They moved beneath his skin, touching his nerves which made the pain increase until it turned into a burning symphony. The man who showed violent behavior finally spoke after his body reached its breaking point.

He urged, his glare filled with a stubborn act. With no other recourse left, I knew I had to take out the information the hard way. My claws spiralled out from my fingers, gleaming ominously as I reached for Bruno's bleeding chest. Without hesitation, I plunged them deep into his flesh. "Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" Bruno's agonised holler reverberated through the air, the pain too intense for him to endure. "Where is my mate!?" I demanded, my claws mercilessly gouging his already wounded chest, creating fresh, excruciating stabs.

The closer they came to the next room, the louder the cries got, and when they finally got there, it's exactly what she expected. A female is getting brutally punished, and only one person is in the room with her. It's a guy, sitting nonchalantly on a chair, facing her. The girl has been stripped off her clothes, so she's naked, and the guy is spraying her with water from a water gun. "Why is she crying? Isn't that just water?" Adeline said. "Water? It's concentrated pepper liquid, diluted with battery water," Nikolai replied. "What!" Adeline sounded.

Heavy slaps rained across my ass and tits, and face, making the clamps bite harder. “Look at your husband,” one commanded, grabbing my hair and forcing my blindfolded face toward Brutus. “Look what you’ve done to him. His wife is a disgusting cumrag for strangers.” I cried and moaned at the same time, shame burning through every part of me even as my body betrayed me with another violent orgasm. I squirted hard around the cocks destroying me, juices splashing onto the floor near Brutus’s feet. They rotated.

He narrowed his gaze, waiting for an answer but i said nothing. I blinked severally, not able to say a word with n defense of my self. He gripped my hand to my back and pinned me to the wall I was closed to. He held my jaw together with my mouth and I pressed it hard and squeezed it like he wanted to break it into many fragments. I squealed, struggling to breathe and talk but none of this was possible with the way he held me. I only thought he was arrogant, I never thought of him being this brutal and mannerless, no wonder I was so scared of meeting him. My sense of signal was right, it made it clear to me how brutal he would be and now I am experiencing it. I experiencing his inhumanity and