Tormentor Novels & Stories

I couldn’t take her annoying words and that was the moment I snapped. “You seem to be enjoying your new role as Salvatore Moreti’s wife,” I said, my voice a razor. “Almost like you’ve been training your whole life to be a trophy on his shelf. Or maybe a stepmother fetishist?” Her face twitched. Barely. But I saw it. That flash of pain. Of guilt. It was gone in a blink, but I’d already seen it. Good. I wanted to hurt her. Just a little. Just enough to remind her I was still inside her.

"I can't forget last night's punishment. In fact, I didn't forget every single moment of spending with you in this living hell. I didn't forget every single moment of every single moment of torment. And neither will I let you forget it." "Why do you want to become an enemy of yourself? Why do you want me to show you the other side of me?" In the extremely cold pitch voice of Sikandar Shah, there was a clear warning for her. "Really, what other horrible sides are left that you are going to show me, Sikandar Shah? I want to see all of them to know to what extent you stop so low."

He laid there, gasping for breath, his blue eyes now black. “l-lend m-m-me your p-power” he rattled, before digging a hand into my now black fur. His black eyes started to weep; thick, black liquid coursing down his cheeks. I moved to let him stand; the bullets from Slasher and her friend useless now that the darkness over my fur was protecting me. They could do nothing as we went to defend Torch. Trauma wrapped a hand around Torch’s burning, bleeding arm and seemed to absorb the power from it.

I lean into his ear, my gloved hand still on his cock. "Say Torren," I whisper, hoping he says my real name, not my twin's. As it appears by the tiny drop of my heart, I don’t like him moaning my twin's name. "Rem, fuck," he gasps. Fucker. I bite his ear and squeeze harder. He likes it. His body wiggles, the pale skin of his neck flushing a deep, needy red. "Fuck 01!" My body sizzles with need and I stroke him faster. Feeling the thickening weight of his length

Sitting on a throne made of welded server racks was Torque. Torque was the lieutenant of the Ironheads. He was a nightmare of transhumanism gone wrong. His left arm had been replaced entirely by a heavy-duty hydraulic claw used for crushing cars. His right eye was a telescopic lens grafted directly into his skull. His skin was grey, pockmarked with chemical burns. "You the mechanics?" Torque asked. His voice was synthesized, buzzing through a speaker box embedded in his throat. "She is," Ren said, nudging Kara forward.

Breathing into each other's air, he completed his words. "By desiring to torment your innocence, your tormentor has madly fallen for your innocence, Kaya. Madly, terribly and obsessively in love with you," By the end of his words, she completely shattered down into tears in his arms which made him gently press his lips against hers and her to wrap her arms around his back tightly because their pain had a limit but they both had crossed that limit a long while ago and now it had become unbearable for both of them and that unbearable pain pushed their all kinds of limits between right and wrong, love and hate, desiring and tormenting for each other.

My Tormentor Is My Lover Copyright © 2025, A. Gupta. All Rights Reserved. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.