Torture Twists Novels & Stories

The Draven twins came after the first class got over and they looked nowhere pleased with what had transpired with them in the morning. The twins had fury written all over their face and it seemed like I was in deep, deep, deep trouble. Uh oh ! The both sat by my sides, sandwiching me between them and worked their torture on me deceptively while the teacher taught and the students listened to him. I suddenly felt a stinging pain on my inner thighs and those bastard were continuously using their wolf claws to tear apart my limbs. Not finding it enough to torture me as I refused to even hiss or squeak in pain, they poured something strange in my wounds making them burn badly.

he said, voice low and certain. “Aurora didn’t receive any professional treatment at that psychiatric hospital. In fact, I’d argue she was never treated at all.” I felt my jaw clench. “What do you mean?” I asked, though I already feared the answer. He explained. “This is not just neglect. Her wounds show repeated aggravation. She was restrained for long periods.” He paused, searching for the right words. “There’s evidence of deliberate torture.” I couldn’t breathe for a moment. My chest tightened, a choking pressure building behind my ribs. “Torture?” The word left my lips.

The touch sent a shiver down her spine, memories flooding back — his hands on her skin, his lips against hers, the nights they had spent tangled together in this very room. She pulled back sharply, her voice shaking. “You’re cruel. Using this place, using our past, to trap me.” “I’m not trapping you,” Andres said, his voice low, steady. “I’m reminding you. Because you keep pretending it was nothing. You keep pretending we were just a mistake. But this place proves you wrong.” Her anger flared again, but beneath it was something she couldn’t deny. “You think you can blackmail me with memories? With feelings I’ve already buried?”

“Stand there like a suffering saint and act as if admitting guilt makes you better.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. “It does not.” “Then stop sounding forgiven.” “I am not asking for forgiveness.” “Good, because I have none to give.” Adrian lowered his eyes briefly. When he looked up again, the control was back, but it was not whole. Lucas could see the crack now. Once seen, it could not be unseen. Adrian walked to the fireplace. Lucas stiffened. “What are you doing?” Adrian did not answer. He struck a match and held the flame to the corner of the paper.

I can still picture the jade beads I used on him earlier, but the roles have reversed, and he's clearly enjoying it. He releases my wrists only to fist a hand in my hair, tugging my head back so he can sink his teeth into the side of my neck. The bite is firm, possessive, sending sparks straight down to where we are joined. His free hand slides beneath me, cupping and squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples until they ache and I moan into the pile of fabric. “You liked torturing me,” he rasps, punctuating each word with a deliberate thrust. “Let’s see how long you last when I return the favor.”

I finally acted like a man who I despised. The next day when I woke up and regretted my actions the first night. I felt guilty, but my mind overpowered my guilt, and I continued my torture. I have known some girls in the office who are famous for gossiping and torturing other girls. I knew they would not let Sophia survive a day if I sent her toward them on the excuse of work.

They will all cry of blood and beg but no mercy. My heart suddenly felt a spung of pain but I neglect it. My tears are already in my eyes but I controlled it so much not to flow in my face. my hands are trembling with such anger but nothing can erase it. I tried to calm but as I remember those flowers, animals and the forest being burned with no mercy, my heart instantly feel agony. I felt deep pity for the lost lives that humans didn't realize. I felt deep anger to those who did that such crime. Maybe he was happy that he hurt the feelings of the owner by doing revenge in those flowers, but time will come he will die in frint of me. I unconsciously kneeled because of sympathy I can't hold o

After I was done I look into the mirror one last time, checking myself again. While I was still at it Andre comes behind me, circled my waist and roughly pulled me against his body. I tensed as his lips caressed my exposed back and his fingers traveling up and down my spine. There was a time his touched used to drive me crazy. When it used to turn me on but now all it does is freak me out. It’s like acid on my skin … it’s burns. Really burns. All I want to do is stay away as far as possible.

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.

Abbigail moans and Shawn does as she asks. She wraps her leg over Shawn's side and I take this as an invite to join them. I take my clothes off and Shawn rolls on her back with Abbigail laid on her chest, sucking her nipple. I took this time to grab the lubricant and slick up Abbigail's back entrance. I lubricate my erection and slowly fill her other hole. She moans and together Shawn and I find rhythm, thrusting into Abbigail.