Tortured Freddy Novels & Stories

"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.

“I’m hurt Frederick, I have missed you and you welcome me like this, how sad” “I’m going to kill you Thorne, mark my words and I will make it painful and slow and you will beg me to end you to stop the torture” Frederick said growling angrily struggling with his restraints, “I promise you I will kill you Thorne” Frederick kept repeating over and over struggling with is restraints. “Get in line, hybrid, you aren’t the only person after my life” Thorne laughed but as Killian continued to struggle with his restraints, he broke free and Thorne jumped back in fear.

She was on her knees, panting, staring at Freya like she was something carved from a nightmare. “It was done,” she whispered. * The chains were finally removed and Freya crumpled to the ground, barely conscious. A tray was shoved toward her by Torin, containing three pieces of sliced bread and water. Torin looked down at her frame and said, “You will be in here till I decide what to do with you” He walked away after. Freya dragged herself to the tray and firstly chugged down the water then started devouring the bread like an animal, ravenous and wild-eyed. Then, shaking, she crawled back to the wall and let the cold cradle her.

The cold wind blew in through the window, making them tremble from the cold. "It... it was me," a man replied with trembling legs. "Freddy, you again? Come out!" Brock shouted sternly. "Boss, boss, please forgive me." Freddy's face was very pale, and he crawled out in shock. Then he threw himself at Brock's feet and started begging for mercy. Brock was notorious for his viciousness, and everyone knew that the woman Brock cared most about was Jennifer Owen. If something happened to her, it would be no different than stabbing yourself with a sword, because you will definitely die.

"Seriously, buddy? At this point, do you still think you can survive? You messed with Mr. Lester's woman... You've dug your own grave!" Percy grinned menacingly. "Take him away! Torture him with three thousand cuts! Don't worry, our executioners are very professional. They won't let you die easily. They'll make sure to deliver all three thousand cuts!" The boss instantly wet himself. He knelt on the ground, and wailed, "No! I don't want to die! Please, I don't want to die!" - Frederick silently entered the deepest part of the corridor. There, he gently turned the doorknob.

Freddie's sacrifice was evident, his willingness to bear the consequences of the tragic accident. He knew the pain he had caused Lucia, and he couldn't bear to see her suffer further. In the aftermath, Richard was laid to rest, his absence leaving an indelible void in Lucia's heart. The funeral was a solemn affair, filled with sorrow and unanswered questions. Family and friends gathered to say their tearful goodbyes, while Lucia stood by Freddie's side, grateful for his bravery and devastated by the price he had paid. As the gavel fell in the courtroom, Freddie was sentenced to fifteen years of imprisonment. It was a heavy punishment, a weight that would haunt Lucia's thoughts for years to c

He secured the other end to the heavy wrought-iron headboard, stretching my arms above my head. I yanked hard, the cuffs biting into my skin. “Let me go! You psychopath!” Frederico stood back for a moment, rolling his shoulder where I’d bitten him. A dark spot of blood was already soaking through his shirt. His eyes — those terrifying, beautiful eyes — flicked to the wound, then back to me. A slow, unhinged smile curved his lips. He climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips. One hand grabbed my chin in a bruising grip, forcing my face up to his.

Yet, I’d be damned eternally if I didn’t do my part, it was left to her to believe and take heed to my warnings. Never in my life have I been subjected to so much pain. The man that tortured me had the intention of killing me and it was obvious in his eyes portraying his raging emotions. All my body was aching badly and I couldn’t even stand or sit properly without wincing. It was terrible. I had fainted after trying to explain over and over before Jun took over because he knew Freya would at least listen to him. She was the first friend he made after coming out and she had helped him come out without the fear of getting criticized.

He stammered, “But Miss Violet has always been frail. Could she have fainted because of the low temperature?” “Fainted?” William chuckled. “She accidentally got into the freezer once when she was a kid, and she was perfectly fine, even though she stayed in there for two days. It’s been less than half an hour. How could she have possibly fainted? The freezer isn’t that cold.” He spoke in such a flighty manner that it was clear he did not take the bodyguard’s words seriously. But he had forgotten that when I was first shut in the freezer, it permanently damaged one of my legs, even though I had survived it.

He wished for his death now in his mind but Nicholas will not let them die this easily. The last man was sacred to the death after watching his fellows suffer for the deed they did and he was equally involved in it. He was scared and frustrated from the pain his fellows were feeling and hearing their cries. He couldn't control himself anymore and let his frustration out. "Why are you torturing us like some madman? We just wanted to have a little fun with that girl and it's not like she is your girl. That bitch was the one who seduced us!" he yelled out frustratingly at Nicholas and this was it.