The Brutal Telling の小説・ストーリー

RALI They didn't let me get treated. I was left to rot in the worst ways a body can be broken. Tied through the night, whipped until skin split, abused until I felt less like flesh and more like trash tossed into a corner. And when they were finally finished, they told Blayne not to let me near a doctor. They wanted me broken. They needed me bleeding. By dawn, I didn't think I'd still be breathing. My mind kept flashing scenes from my life. Death flashes, I called them. The cruelest kind of slideshow, the one you only get when your body thinks it's shutting down.

It sprayed across my hand, shot up his stomach, spilled down his thighs in thick, dark lines. He jerked, his back slamming against the floor, his hands flying up to stop me, but I wasn’t done. I took a second claw and sliced across the shaft—deep and brutal, diagonally, so the skin tore wide open and flapped apart like butchered meat. He howled. His legs convulsed. Blood poured like a split artery. I stood up slowly, wiping the crimson from my fingers onto his shirt as he writhed. “You’ll never fuck again,” I said, voice calm. “You’ll never even piss without pain. And every time you reach between your legs and touch what’s left of yourself, you’ll remember this moment. You’ll remember the Al

He was always extremely brutal when he raped me, telling me how I’m his personal whore and how much he loves fucking me, especially when I resist him. When I finally calmed down, I told Hunter about this. – I didn’t feel the need to hide it from him, I’m sure he was aware of what I went through with all the ‘proof’ running down my thighs – He was enraged when he heard about it. He swore he’s going to hunt down the Alpha that hurt me and kill him in the most painful way possible.

Brutal rejection. My soul was torn apart. And it was painful. Overwhelming pain suddenly spiked and erupted in my chest, physically making me moved my hand to clutch at the fabric over my chest. My eyes were blurred with hot tears as I slowly sank down to the floor, the hard surface cold and unwelcoming beneath me. My shoulders were trembling, arms trembling, lips trembling and eyes filled to the brim with tears. ‘You were just a good fuck, nothing more.’

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.

He grunted low in his throat like my tears tasted good. “I told you bad girls get punished. You’ve been naughty, so you will accept the consequences!” Daniel slid off the bed and stood at the edge. “You will count,” he said calmly. I heard the swish of the whip first, and then… CRACK! A howl more carnal than anything I’ve ever felt ripped from me. The pain was immediate. Blinding. Like fire exploding across my thigh Before Daniel could deliver the next strike, I struggled violently against the cuffs in a desperate attempt to get away from the searing pain that surged from where he brutalized me.

Then she went to peep again. Richard held the revolver in one hand, still pulling, as he delivered a fist to the other mans lower chin and a stamp to his chest at the same time with his foot. The man staggered back, concentrating from falling. He looked at his hand and then at Richard who was aiming the revolver at his head. He smiled… Momma had seen enough. She walked to Tonya's desk and groped for the phone. She would dial 91...

I tried to tell him it was okay, that I was okay, but I couldn’t form any coherent words because all I saw was darkness. I’m sorry, Dante. The Bratva boss marked my body with a knife and I was helpless to stop him.

he spat out. It still came down on his wrist. Her fist cocked back and broke his nose too. I heard Alpha Braxton whisper the word ‘brutal’ with unmistakable pride. “Since you couldn’t stand on your own fucking merit, you chose to hurt an innocent family, risk that study, and could’ve killed an infant. There’s a special place in hell reserved just for you,” she said with the coldest tone I had ever heard from her before. Brynn decided to let the others have some fun too, so Jackson was right up there with a creepy fucking smile. Two peas in a pod those two.

Others landed around me, light- ing flashlights as the blood left my body. Braelyn was balanced on a barrel precariously. Her body was covered in blood that continually dripped from the razor wire slicing into her body. Her big blue eyes were unfocused, and her lips were moving. Braelyn was filthy, covered in blood, and her hair was matted and caked in something I couldn't identify. The air left my lungs as she whispered, "Mommy. I'm ready to go with you, please." "Jesus, fuck. Stay with me, Brae. Just fucking stay with me," I growled, grabbing her as she started to fall forward, causing the razors to slice deeper into her tissue.