Tortured Freddy Novels & Stories

Author’s POV It wasn’t freddy. It wasn’t Freddy but his own hallucination. Due to the past mental stress and exhaustion his mind was filled with the thought of freddy coming back into his life and running everything he has now. And eventually that evening he ended up being tricked by his mind which played him well.

Noel gasped following me behind, we got to the main hall and that was when we saw her, shockingly Draco was on his knees, She has succeded in killing all his gards, his legs and hands were bleeding. "You bloody betrayal, you think you can kill all my love ones and go Scott free, I am not called Freya for Nothing, put a respect to my name any time you see me,I am a devil and a real one, I am sending you to hell fire so you can cool your ass off there, you Moron"She yelled and shit him from his head till toes, tears dripped from his eyes and he fell flatly. I was about shooting him before she did but she is too fast.

Yvonne's achievement was fleeting, since Hazel had reclaimed her life. Hazel stepped outside into the light and inhaled the crisp air. The world appeared more vivid and lucid. At last, she was free. Christian pumped his fist into the air while grinning broadly. "Hazy, you succeeded! Now that's official—you're free!" With tears in her eyes, Hazel laughed a little, trembling. "Christian, it's done. I am very grateful for what you have done." For a brief period, they stood there, enjoying the fallout from their victory. Hazel had an endless journey ahead of her, full with possibilities. She was no longer a prisoner, but she had no idea where the journey would take her. She could at last write h

FREYA I was woken by a buzz, and the rays of the light of the sun on my face. It was a different room. I could tell that because the bed had no poles like the one, I was tied to the previous night, and the walls bore no whips and BDSM stuffs in the red room I was tossed into and roughly fucked.

Knowing Fredrick he’d draw this out as long as possible, not just for an experiment but for fun because that's the type of man he was. “There’s no use trying to get anything out of him, even my best torturers couldn’t get anything out of him,” Fredrick said like it was something to be proud of. From the number of people in the cells, I didn't even want to think of the amount of people he'd attempted this on. I couldn’t stand it, the guilt that was etching into my heart every time I looked at him and saw the slow breathing and the soulless eyes.

One bad thing about being tortured by The king of Darkness, the bastard sure knew how to torture! She hung on reinforced chains in the darkness, far underground away from civilisation. The only noise was her breathing, hitched as she tried not to irritate her broken ribs. Rats crawled over her led and cockroaches darted in and out of her tattered clothes. “Fuck.” She whispered. This was the little prelude she had before the Tormeter, a hooded bastard whom even Freya had never seen his face resumed experimenting what combination of bones he could break to make her sing.

Frederick barked. Looking deeply hurt, Jordan wrapped both his arms around Michael's arm and complained with a pout, "Look at Freddy, Mikey! He's being so mean to me again. Boohoo…" "Shut up, or I'll shut you up myself!" Frederick roared, his gaze murderous as he glared at Jordan. Shrinking back in fright, Jordan quickly hid behind Michael. "What a twink," Frederick snarled. Michael could also see that Frederick was in a foul mood, so he asked tentatively, "What's wrong, Frederick?"

I was hot, flushed and aching at the groin, I couldn’t be tortured! “No. Jack, please.” I breathed, shaking my head to him. Oh no, he was going to torture me! He licked his fingers painfully slow, and ran his tongue over his bottom lips seductively. He got his rocks off seeing me suffer, I was sure. “Will you defy me again?” he purred, introducing his fingers between my thighs. I whimpered, I couldn’t deal with his torturing tactics today. He slowly entered me with two fingers, jerking them repeatedly along my G-spot.

But today, I woke up with the same image projected in my head. I had spent the entire damn night reliving every second of that scene, feeling the void in my chest grow until it became a physical presence. But what was truly killing me wasn't physical exhaustion, but the visual torture that repeated in a loop behind my eyelids. Frederick was a demon who had forced me to be the spectator of his lust, and the way his dick entered and left that girl. I shook my head hard, trying to tear the vision away, and walked toward the bathroom.

"I have been hating your arrogant, bossy attitude for a long time! You always used us to bully Lauren, but you never treated us as equals!" People would turn against the mighty when they lost their power. Freddy, who was lying in the corner, also wanted to speak up. But his tongue had been severed, so he couldn't speak. However, Jasper would never let Freddy, who had tried to rape Lauren, go unpunished. He walked over to Freddy and delivered a powerful kick at the latter's nether regions. A choked "Uh!" was all Freddy's severed tongue could manage before his body stiffened. He fainted from the pain.