The Heiress Revived From The 5-year Torture Novels & Stories

She is doing this to punish me. Heather stepped forward and the whispers inside the restaurant suddenly became to loud. They felt like tiny needles forcing their selves all the way into my skull, echoing inside my head like nightmares. "Is this your way of taking revenge, Valerie?" Heather took another step forward and I could not even look her in the eye. I prayed that the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. I prayed that something would happen to divert all the people's gaze away from me. I prayed that this isn't happening at all.

Nyra choked. But Lilith barely moved before Trixx grabbed an extremely hot, sizzling pan that had been on the the stove for a while and hurled it toward her. “Catch,” And by the influence of instinct, she caught the pan by it’s base in mid air with her bare hands.The sound of sizzling skin and her piercing scream filled the kitchen as she ran for the nearest tap. The maids stood frozen as silence fell once more. Trixx finally released Nyra, letting her collapse to the floor in a heap….coughing, wheezing, humiliated.

But my skin knows it before my mouth does. The girl Nathaniel married. The one I told him to get rid of once her trust fund was dry. The one who looked at me like I was a ghost standing at the edge of her grave. The one who flinched when I raised my voice. Who walked on eggshells just to stay married to a man like my son. Dead girls don’t come back. Except this one did. "Is this verified?" I ask Rourke, my voice low. Tense. "Yes, ma’am. Cross-checked. Triple-sourced. Clinic was paid off to erase all traces. But not all of them."

I look at her as she smiles, then she stands up. She begins her speech. “As you all know, the Hera Consortium activities were supposed to stop after the death of the former president and his missing daughter. The former president made it clear that his daughter would be his successor after he left. Because of the missing daughter, we couldn’t continue business, so it was put to a halt. Now, his daughter has arrived, the new Hera president, and the Hera Queen, Katherine!” She motions to me, and they all chant again, “Welcome back, Your Highness!”

She raises an eyebrow and looks at him, “You were both going to rape me, then kill me. In front of my paralysed mate. In my own home, in my own bed. Why should I be concerned about your discomfort now, asshole?” She stands up straight and walks towards him, “I was raped and tortured for eleven years, before I was rescued. Did you want a taste of that pain? I can make that happen.” She sneers at him, he scoffs. “You don’t believe me?” He scoffs,

His fingers clamped around my arm. “You’re pathetic,” he hissed. “You know how much it means to your sister that you show up.” “It’s always about Olivia,” I said, my voice like ice. “Ever since you found her…” Olivia. The long-lost, fragile little girl who came back into our lives five years ago. She was their biological daughter. I’d lived in this house for as long as I could remember, raised like a daughter. Or so I thought. Then Olivia came back, rescued from a rundown orphanage, sickly and pale, looking like a breath might break her.

“Yes, Sebastian. He is.” Matilda rose from her chair with stiff movements. She was looking directly at Simone, her eyes blazing with a cold, quiet fury. “Our entire life has been a lie. Twenty-five years, Simone. You let me believe you had a mistress. You let me live with the shame of another woman’s child in my house. I mourned a marriage that never even existed.” “This is not the time for your dramatics, Matilda,” Simone warned. “My dramatics?” she asked. Then a wild, humorless laugh escaped her. “You murdered your own father and raised his rightful heir as a symbol of my humiliation, and you dare to speak to me of dramatics?” She shook her head with a look of profound pity on her face.

I heard Helen scream,a chair hit violently across the floor. My instincts took over. “Walter”. “I'm here”. A dull thud echoed nearby,then someone screamed then another crash. Then an unmistakable sound of struggle, Maria cried out. “ Miss Vivian”. Before I could grab her,a glove hand held my wrists. Hard,the grip was powerful and cold. A familiar cold voice whispered in my ear. “You should have stayed dead”. Every hair on my body stood. That voice,then fragments. Rain,the smell of gasoline then the voice saying finish her.

“When I got there, I was a good slave. I did everything. I never screamed. Every time he touched me, a piece of me died. After a few weeks, we signed a contract. I was the only slave that had survived his torture longer than a few weeks. All the rest had died. He told the families they received money, and they gave the bodies a real burial. But I am starting to think that wasn’t true. As a year went past, we signed another contract, and that was when the real shit begun. Ethan, I died a total of one thousand eight hundred and twenty-two times.” “No one can die that much.” He looked confused, like I had. “Yes, you can, Ethan, especially if you have the help of a witch that places a person und

He wanted the "Concentration." The torture was a masterpiece of necrotic cruelty. It didn't last days; it lasted years in a pocket of dilated time. Anna watched in a trance of horror as her mother was crippled, her legs broken and reset, her entrails exposed to the damp cellar air while Asmodeus whispered questions into her ear. He mangled her windpipe so that her screams were nothing but a wet, whistling rattle, denying her even the dignity of a sound. And then, using the dark wells of magic beneath the cabin, he healed her. He knit the bone, closed the skin, and started again.