Novel & Cerita Tortured Freddy

“Buddy, don’t worry. We are friends, just having fun.” “Reed Falcon, the son of a corrupt police chief who bribed the entire system to become the chief cop of Chicago,” I looked at him. “Right?” Because it was a challenge for him, tell me I was wrong if you can. “Your mother was your father’s mistress, wasn’t she?” I smiled. “If I remember correctly, she belonged to a lower-class family who used to sell herself on the side of the road at night. That’s how your parents met, didn’t they?” I sat comfortably in my chair. “She died after a drug overdose, and they found you in the same room lying on your mother’s vomit wrapping in a dirty blanket.” My voice was high enough so everyone in this room

She was accustomed to men fawning over her and indulging in her whims. But the woman who had once blown through her money without a second thought now struggled to pay rent. And her friends, who once worshipped her, mocked her misfortune. "Did she truly think she was a princess? She was only a plaything!" Hopeless and without options, Lola pestered Hayden for money, only for him to block her number. In the end, the love she had for him turned into hatred. She found him one day and stabbed him. A passer-by who witnessed the crime called the police, and Lola was later arrested and thrown behind bars.

Torturing people made her happy, what if. *****

“She mustn’t say anything to compliment any of us. Make sure she doesn’t speak a single word in contradiction. Go.” The guard nodded, turning around to achieve his mission, but Darwin’s voice halted him before he could take two steps forward. His voice dripped with annoyance and power. “Just so you know, if she says a single word against me, I swear—you’d be dead for good.” * “You need to help me, Freya,” Courtney pleaded, her voice already sounding as weak as she appeared. “I’ve done nothing wrong to be mistreated like this.” Freya felt the sight too painful to bear. Courtney had been tortured and beaten to a stupor. Her once-fresh and spotless skin already had whip marks on it, and they we

Walking down them you could easily tell the temperature drop and the moisture in the air became more prominent. The smell of mildew grew stronger as I went lower and lower down in to the cells, but what caught my attention was the shouts. “Tell me!” The sound of metal slamming together echoed through the tight hallway and I knew instantly who the voice belonged to. “I would rather die than speak to your kind you mutated fucking bastard!” Cassius came into view and so did Eladia who was gripped on to the bars she was held captive by. Both looked like they could rip each other’s heads off if given the opportunity.

At first, all he wanted was to scam some money and enjoy himself. However, after capturing me, he got addicted to the thrill of tormenting me. Even during police interrogations, he could still laugh. "To me, killing her was no different than slaughtering a screaming pig." By now, the case was almost entirely clear. No one had expected Freya to be so vicious to the extent of going to such cruel lengths to destroy the people she despised. … When Mom walked out of the interrogation room, she ran right into Freya being brought in.

" Who is Jared? How long have you been using this to please another woman?" Spring whimpers in pain and tries to push him away, but he grabs her neck and slap again, " Tell me!!! Am I not enough? How dare you spread legs for another man?" " I... I don't know what you are -!" " Don't dare to lie, you Bitch!" Freddie presses his neck, " I met that bastard. He will never dare to come near to you! Remember, I will kill anyone if you dare to please them without my permission!"

He was short of men so he couldn't afford to loose two more. He didn't let them go scot free though, they paid for it. Freddie sighed and lit the fourth cigarette. He took a drag and puffed out thick smoke. Then he left the place he was standing and walked through different hallways until he got to the cell. He opened it and looked at his two men. They both had bloodied faces with swollen lips and cheek. “boss” one of them managed to mumble “you're hungry? Come eat chicken with me. I'll have chef Raph make some chicken soup” Freddie said and grinned at them. They looked at each other, scared he was just teasing them and was going to beat them up again.

Harriet repeated what I said to Lucas and the noise faded. "Shut the fuck up you fucking cunt!" Freddy kicked me, and put two bullets on my other thigh. I threw my head up, screaming from the pain. 4 bullets out. 4 bullets left. "You're making this harder for yourself, Caterina," Freddy pointed. "Shut it and I'll end that man." "No," I cried. "I will not let you hurt them as much as you already have." "You're willing to die for them? After all they had put you through?"

All he asked was, "Jefferson, how is Freya right now?" Jefferson stared at him and said coldly, "She will be detained for the time being." "Freya wouldn't murder anyone! She definitely wouldn't!" When Freddy heard Jefferson's reply, his anxiety spiked once again. If it had been anyone else, he would have rushed towards them and beat them up. However, it was Jefferson who he was speaking to. Beating him up? What a joke. Freddy would be cowering and backing up against the wall. It had only been two days since Florence showed up, but Freddy had lost a lot of weight within that short period of time. The stubble on his face added years to his appearance, making him look pitiful.