Tickle Torture

Warning! Explicit content! I smelt something different the moment I stepped foot in my room. It was dark and I couldn't see a thing, but something smelt different. I moved my hand to the wall, turning on the light switch. The entire place became bright immediately, and that was the moment my nightmare began, the moment my life changed forever. Electrifying shock tingled through me as I found a strange figure, seated in the middle of the room. My blood ran cold instantly. My legs tottered and my lungs stopped pumping air. His presence froze me at once, or was it his eyes that were as cold and dark as shadows carved in stones? They stared so coldly at me, cloaked in an eerie stillness that sent shivers down my spine. I had never seen a picture of the devil before. But this guy in front me looked like someone who must be very close to him. **** He had been stalking her for three days. He knew where she worked, where she lived and the dumb people she visited. She didn't have much friends, just a bunch of nuns who appeared in fúcking white garments. She smiled so brightly like she was the purest soul on earth. She acted so naive like she's never been fucked before. It didn't matter how much she pretended, how much she tried to hide her identity. She was his next target and he'd be treating her like one. He didn't become the King of the night for no reason; the renowned torturer. He'd torture her like he did to others, get the information he needed and put a sweet bullet in her head. She was not getting off his list.

SEQUEL OUT!! CLICK ON MY PROFILE TO CHECK IT OUT (SINFUL OBSESSION #2 IN THE BULLY'S OBSESSION) Warning:strong languages and explicit dark mature scenes such as abuse and torture . Read at your own risk "You are completely mine Gracie, your tears , fears, I'm going to completely shatter you until you know nothing else but my name"I never knew how twisted he was until this moment..."I'm n...not yours" I stutteredHis gaze darkened and harderned at my words"I dare you to say that again" he said taking a threatening step closerI opened my mouth but no words came out Next thing i was trapped between him and the wall ,both my hands pinned above my head, my knees weakened by his domineering look"You belong to me! your body and soul belongs to me, I'll mark you again and again......" He whispered nibbling at my throatHow did I get into this? Was there no way out?He'd already broken me ,what else could he expect from a broken soulThis was the guy who took everything from me, my pride ,my virginity and seven my soulShe's a quiet kind and warmhearted average nerdGraciela's only wish was to graduate highschool, go to college and get a good life and if she was ever so lucky find love, but a certain someone seems to hate everything she stood forOr does he?Hayden McAndrew Has been Graciela's tormentor for as long as she could remember but he leftAnd Gracie made the mistake to think it was forever now he was back to make her life a living hell!They say a very thing line exists between love and hate, what if after the line all she found was a dark obsession that consumed her every being ?

"Uh,do you have a minute please!" She was standing in front of him"Go away I don't have time for your little games Aisha" He was pissed off."Can we talk for a minute please, it's very important" Her tender voice made him stop in between his action, he got up from his bed and asked his mistress who was lying naked on his bed to leave them alone , She followed his order and went out with her clothes in her hand."Make it fast!" he said standing in front of her in his naked glory, His hard glare was enough to make her shiver, Aisha turned her face to avoid looking at his privates."I..I Don’t.. I don’t want a divorce!" No sooner did she said that she received a tight slap across her face, printing all five fingers on her fair cheek.Pushing her roughly he walked out of not before remarking, "My work with you is done and now I want you out of my Life, get that straight in your thick Skull..!!"_______RAVAN is ruthless, cruel and vicious Underworld Mafia in India, his dark aura is well known to every individual, even law is scared to go against him, he solely rules on every gangster of India, RAVAN had forcefully married Aisha against her will, he was smitten by her beauty and boldness, however shortly after their marriage he changed his mind and now want a divorce from herBut little did he know that his wife had fallen head over heels for him and now she will make anything to tame him— his entire world is about to turned upside down.-CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT (18+), STRONG ABUSE AND WHOLE LOT OF TORTURE ACTS. KINDLY READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

I was drawn to the young man on the large bed as I walk into his room. A deadly gorgeous man probably in his late 20s. With my legs shaking, I slowly walk closer but end up slumping on the floor. I can't believe my family did this to me. Especially, my father, he turned his back on his only daughter. He got me married to a dying man all because of money! I stood up again and lean my face closer to his, indeed, he is a gorgeous man. If he were to be perfectly fit, any woman would lick the floor he walk on. I can't help but imagine if he were not to be in this state, would I have still become his wife? I don't think so. **** "You're nothing but a pawn in my game, don't you dare expect anything from me. I had to play along so I can get my wealth back from you" She felt betrayed. She thought he liked her considering how he has been treating her nicely in the past months. She thought every action of his was genuine not until she overheard William’s conversation with his friends. After the confrontation, William completely changed and become so cold toward Seren. She was so devastated, she couldn't believe she was used by the man she was deeply in love. She couldn't believe he turned out to be after nothing but revenge. Several nights, he brought home different girls just to torture her, she isn't allowed to look at any other man with her beautiful gaze. She isn't allowed to talk to any man, she isn't allowed to get closer to any man. He claimed her as his but, wouldn't give her the love, respect, and care that she deserves.

MANAGING MAGES: Hawk had been tormenting me as long as I could remember. I was a young mage and my power was still growing. But they thrust me under his watch in the service to our Warlord. And damn him for enjoying every moment he can torment me. Every time I think my power strong enough to challenge him, he finds new ways to torture me. He's told me that I'm his little prey and he'll be kinder when I succumb to him but I've vowed to never let the overbearing, insufferable cad put a hand on my bare skin. It's a battle of wills and wits. He may be more clever but I'm certainly more stubborn! But one thing I've learned about Hawk, never underestimate his conniving...I should've known better than to challenge him. After all, he's made a name for himself by his skill in Managing Mages. But beyond him there is an even bigger problem. Warlord: The Commander of the Mage's Guild. A ruthless killer who leaves a dark mist in his wake. Escaping the Mage's Guild would mean challenging Warlord himself. A dangerous endeavor. WARLORD'S WARD He came into our village like a shadow. A Dark Mage with the most powerful magic in all the realm. King Detry merely calls him Warlord. And he owns that title. Leaving wreckage in his wake. But for me, he had other plans. His cutting blue eyes seeing straight through my disguise. As his slave, his mere plaything, I'll learn the true darkness of magic without conscience. Anything he wants of me, he takes. Anything he wants me to do. I am willed to do with the flick of his hand. His power is an all consuming whirlwind. And I'm just the pretty butterfly caught in it.

“My warriors will slaughter you all. They will—” “Shhhh.” Alpha George placed his finger on my lips, “You know your people have lost, Kyra. Your army is nowhere close to mine; neither are your weapons. The best you can do from here is pray.” I lifted my chin, showing no fear. With the chains tugging my skin, I spat, eyes burning with flames, “If you're not scared, release me, let me fight with my people if I would not chop your head off.” “No, Kyra. You're my…” He paused, looking all soft and calm, until he replied, “Prisoner.” – Kyra Dew, Gamma of the Red Sky Pack, had gone to battles and come back victorious until she went to battle against their rivals, the Moonshine Pack. Captured, chained, and tortured for the truth, Kyra only promised to speak up when she saw the Alpha. Alpha George, strong and fearless, came into the dungeon to receive the shock of his life. His mate was the one whom he had ordered his guards to torture until she spat the truth. Angered and regretful, he made a mistake, a mistake that led to her escape, leading to the death of many. Kyra escaped back to her pack, happy to go back to her lover and soon-to-be Alpha, only to receive the shock of her life. What happens when Kyra finds out that her boyfriend isn't really her mate but has been deceived? What would Alpha George do when he finally finds the girl who caused him so much loss? “You don't know me,” Kyra said. Her chin was held in Alpha George’s grip. “I know enough to kill you.” Alpha George replied. Yet, his burning eyes were fixed on her lips. “Kill me?” Kyra tilted her head, “Or kiss me?” She whispered.

Selena Vanson, my adopted sister whom my brothers had brought back from the borders, has framed me. She claims that I've laced her birthday cake with wolfsbane. Hence, my brothers throw me into the silver mine, which has long since been sealed off. I scream for mercy while struggling against my bonds with all my might. But all I get is an icy judgment from Leo Wilde, my oldest brother who's the Alpha of the pack. He looks at me with hatred in his eyes, as though he's looking at a filthy beast. "Selena has been taking care of you without minding the fact that you're a low-tier Omega. Yet, you intend to poison her and even kill her wolf out of jealousy toward her blood purity! You deserve to die!" My other two brothers, Luke and Ryan Wilde, have even tied heavy rocks to my limbs for fear that I might escape. "You often act innocent and wronged, but the truth is, you have such a vile heart! Our family is embarrassed to have a lowly Omega like you!" "It's best if you die! No one here wants to see you ever again!" Even my younger brother, Rupert Wilde, who is raised by me, mocks me as well. "Lorraine, you should be sensible. Even without you around, Selly will still be nice to me. But without us, you're nothing but an abandoned mutt." After that, they close the mine's door on me. Silver powder soon rushes into my nose and mouth. I feel as though my body is lit on fire. Pain and agony soon engulf me whole. Once my brothers think that I've been punished enough and want to spare me from the torture, there's nothing left of me inside the mine pit but a pile of blood and bones.

In the three years since I became Zander's mate, I've tried to kill myself ninety-nine times. Kidnapped by a rival pack in my youth, years of torture nearly destroyed me. I clawed my way back to the Crescent Moon Pack, only to find my place had been taken by an adopted daughter, Vivian. My Beta parents doted on her, and my fated mate—the Alpha himself—had eyes only for her. I begged them, told them my kidnapping and my suicide attempts weren't accidents, but all I ever heard was: "Ember, you're delusional. You just wandered off and got lost." "You tried to drown yourself in the river." The people closest to me, and not one of them believed me. Until the ninety-ninth time. Another "suicide." When I woke up three days later, I rubbed my aching head. My eyes were vacant, my own gaze foreign to me. I had forgotten who I was, forgotten the humiliation I'd endured, forgotten the desperate girl who had thrown away her dignity for a scrap of her Alpha's affection. At the pack ceremony, while everyone waited for me to fawn pathetically over Zander, a single tear slid down my cheek for reasons I couldn't comprehend. I wiped it away and, under the shocked stares of the entire pack, announced calmly: "Zander," my voice was steady. "I don't love you anymore. So I, Ember of the Crescent Moon Pack, hereby reject you as my mate." "This little act again?" Zander sneered, his eyes glinting with the same casual contempt they always held for me. But he didn't know. This time, I was leaving him for good. It wasn't until I vanished completely that the ones who'd never believed me were the ones who truly went mad.

This is the story of a dying girl. Gracie. And just like every dying person, she had wishes. Infact she had a bucket list of things she wanted to do before she finally dies. * She had cancer of the blood and bone marrow. Chronic lymphocytic Leukaemia. It develops from a type of white blood cell called B cells and it progresses slowly. Symptoms may not show until maybe years for some patients. Her CLL was aggressive and needed chemotherapy treatment early. But it was a little late for her when they discovered. So wth no early treatment, She had just 5 years to live. The hospital became her home. She was given a room there to live indefinitely. She could still recall her dad’s gloomy face while decorating her room. She eventually recovered a little, just like every other days, she found herself retiring to her former routine. Her chats with him. But when she told him she was sick and was gonna die, he kind of took it differently than she expected. He asked her why. And her reply was probably the last message on their chat till this day. If he blocked her or something, she just doesn't know. she could never find him again on social media. She cried for weeks. He was supposed to be her best friend. She was never gonna make peace with Cancer or resign to fate. No way. Eventually she stopped treatment 2 yrs later when she got her independence. No matter the treatment, she would never be able to live as long as she wants anyway. So why prolong the torture? But that was a difficult decision to make nonetheless because she stopping the treatment meant she'd have to die earlier than 5 years. But she’d rather make peace with that as long as she could do whatever she wanted before dying. ..................... It's all about love, drama, regret.

They say when you wake with the woman you love in your arms it feels like the whole world has been set right. I have to agree, except once reality kicks in you feel like you just been mind fucked......... "Please what? Tell me you want me to fuck you!" He demanded. His finger slid halfway in my wet heat as his thumb rubbed perfectly over my clit. His touch was throwing my body into an erratic mess of pleasure, but the slow torture was making me lose control. He chuckled watching my body squirm under him. I took a deep breath then let everything go. "Please, fuck me." "That's my girl." He taunted removing his fingers "Christian!" I gave him a look that I would cut off his dick. This boy loved teasing me and it really pissed me off. "Relax kitten. I never break my promises." He pulled me up and slid my dress off. I became instantly aware of us both practically naked in front of each other. My legs tried closing shut and my arms came to my chest. "Oh, it's too late for that little girl. Your body is mine now." His knees moved my thighs further apart and he took both my wrists in one hand pinning them above me. His mouth sucked on my breasts then his other hand untied my bathing suit bottom slowly peeling away the last piece of fabric covering my body. "Fucking perfect." His hand grabbed one of mine sliding it down my body making me touch myself until he reached the one part of my body, I needed him to touch the most. He guided my finger with his inside my walls making my back arch. "You feel how soft your pussy is? It drives me insane."