Torture Twists Novels & Stories

Ivory gasped angrily and she used her remaining strength to launch an attack on Keya but unfortunately Adger used ice element to throw her away and she flew like a piece of rag. ‘Arghh’ Ivory groaned in pain as more blood gushed out of her body. A high grade cell is where the harshest method of torturing usually occurs and it is aimed at giving the person a slow death and a low class brothel is where beggars can even sleep with women for two copper coins, even two copper coins can’t buy an apple. ‘Pathetic’ Adger glanced at her with a look of disdain ‘to think you’re next chosen great witch, and you are defeated like a fly, go die’

Wanting to regain control, I fought my wolf for dominance. I managed to regain control, but I struggled to keep it. Even when I had control, I couldn’t stop myself from ravishing every inch of her. With my teeth still embedded in her shoulder, I continued to thrash inside her until I came again. Releasing my teeth from her shoulder, I noticed a mark appear around the bite mark. It took on the form of a spiral, with tiny lightning bolts circling it. Satisfied to see my mark on her, I pulled out of her, but I wasn’t finished.

Grace's defense argued duress, that she'd been coerced and threatened, that she was a victim too. "Mrs. Chen had no choice," her lawyer stated during opening arguments. "Mirabel Carson threatened her family. She acted out of fear, not malice." But the prosecution countered with evidence of the payments, Grace's willing participation, the calculated harm she'd caused. Lucy testified about James's medical trauma, the unnecessary treatments, the terror of thinking her son was dying. "Dr. Chen had my complete trust," Lucy said from the witness stand. "I believed everything she told me about my son's condition. She used that trust to torture me for eighteen months."

My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers threading through his hair as I arched beneath him. His mouth left mine and traveled along my cheek, down to my neck. His lips were warm, his breath even warmer. When he began pressing soft kisses at the base of my neck, adding gentle bites between, my back arched into him involuntarily. Each kiss sent a tremble through me. I was trembling and wanting more.

Plus I could check on how Taser was doing with…everything. Torture two men in different ways. Such fun.

"God, touch me already." I hissed in frustration, making him chuckle and he pushed my panties aside and touched my now wet core. I bit my lip to control my moan. "Sweet Jesus, You are so fucking wet." He groaned as his fingers traced the slick length of my pussy. "Oh god!" I gripped his arm tighter as he inserted one finger inside me and slowly finger fucked me. "You should seriously stop responding like this, Ms. Perez. It turns me on even more." He spoke, continuing his sweet torture with his skillful hands and I threw my head back, coming all over his hands and my vision went blank.

I tried to push myself up but the cuff forced me back. I counted to twenty and by the end, my voice was hoarse from screaming. Black dots started forming in my vision as I finally succumbed to darkness. *** The torture, brutal abuse continued every day and I wished to die. I was only safe when I blacked out. This was one of the beatings that I could never forget and forgive. I was broken; destroyed completely. I felt numb. I didn't even scream anymore-it only gave them joy and excitement to continue. I was sitting in my cell when a man walked in and yanked a fistful of my hair and started to drag me out of the cell, taking me somewhere I had no idea about. I screamed at the pain and the roug

It was only fair to call him old man. He lept out of his throne before, I could blink and came behind me, holding both my wrists in one hand and tugged them down so I was sitting on my heels. I felt the unmistakable cold metal of a knife against my artery. "Now, confess your sin." I tilted my head up and looked at him incredulously, then narrowed my eyes at him. "I have done no such thing. I haven't committed any sin." I said with false bravado, but one of his hands landed in my hair, twisting the red roots and and arching my head up even further. Now I was really scared.

Lorenzo followed his twin but took three steps in my direction instead of one. "No. I don't." "You are provoking us, Tesoro. Very very badly. You are doing something that calls for the beast in us and that beast will devour you, sweetheart." He growled in a gravelly voice drawing closer to me. His twin was still left behind, but I could almost feel him since he was just an arm's length from where I stood glued to the ground. The sexual tension in the bedroom skyrocketed I could almost taste them in my mouth. How did they even taste like?