Novel & Cerita Tortured Freddy

"Barry, you'll regret this someday." Nadine shot me one last sharp remark and deliberately linked her arm with Terrence's before hurrying off. Terrence had a radiant smile on his face, looking as if he had just won. But as soon as they reached the courthouse entrance, the police blocked them. "Terrence Lowell, you are suspected of committing murder. Please come with us," the police said, presenting an arrest warrant. Terrence froze before letting out a mocking laugh, asking, "Officers, could you be mistaken? I'm an honest guy. I wouldn't even hurt a fly. Why would I even kill someone?"

He said that few had the necessary control to know how to discern what was pleasure through pain, and what was cold torture. To begin with, I was just trapped in that place because of a woman from Friederich's past, who apparently didn't agree that he could love me. I was being tortured to learn that I didn't deserve to be loved. That shown in that dark room was never BDSM. It was just torture.

After the graduation photo was shown, another girl stepped forward, her eyes filled with tears as she spoke passionately. "I'm Freddie's high school classmate, and I was one of his victims. Because I fought back when his then-girlfriend bullied me, Freddie had people drag me into a bathroom. They beat me, forced me to drink water from the toilet, and even filmed it, uploading the video online..." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing deep scars on her arm. "They tortured me to the point of severe depression. I even tried to take my own life multiple times..."

“Ngh!” Freddy was trembling in pain on the ground, as if he had been stabbed a dozen times. He was acting high and mighty before; he thought that he had everything planned out, but nothing mattered at that moment. Pain was the only thing visible on his face. He couldn’t even say a single word, let alone make threats to Harvey. He was alive, but it was probably better for him to die. “Young Master Garcia!” “What’s wrong?” “What happened to you?!”

"Look. The Lord has seen her repenting and has punished her." Torture at the college was systematic. Monday was designated for purifying one's sense of taste. Sophie had to kneel and drink holy water mixed with glass shards at 5:00 am. In the afternoon, she had to swallow earthworms alive because they were supposed to consume everything dirty in one's soul.

Dario brought a chair for me and I sat. I pulled Freddie by the collar of his shirt and dragged him closer to me. "Freddie, this is your last chance to tell me the truth or you won't like the side of me that you'll see." He kept mum. Perfect. Dario opened a toolbox that he always carried with him whenever we had to torture someone. I took my time perusing through the tools even though I knew what I wanted, I finally picked a plier and brought it out. I nodded at Gio and he grabbed Freddie's right arm and put it in front of me.

After about an hour of searching, Freddie found a room that looked filled with holding cages, as wild animals that to his horror held his friends, soldiers with whom he used to train. Pale dragon shifters, barely alive, almost naked, some even mutilated and with missing limbs. Freddie felt his blood boiling with the fire of revenge at Y but he had fellows to save first, so that is what he did. He allowed Nathaniel and Gideon to open the cage doors for them and then helped them make a beeline towards the path he had taken to reach there, so he could get off of the island with the survivors he had found.

And Zachary tortured Freddy for twenty excruciating minutes. “Look at you,” Zachary’s cold laugh was in perfect harmony with the tense aura. “Do you think you can fool me?” He asked in a low voice. He pulled Freddy’s hair up, causing the man whose arms had been torn from his shoulders and only flesh was left for them not to completely fall, to stand, his shaking legs trying hard to support his body. His scalp was bleeding and felt like it was going to come off too. “AArrghhh!! Kerrghh…”

It was the only thing my body could do at the torture they were doing to me. ”Observe the first intake why the Freedom doesn’t seem to penetrate her. You need to get to her wolf.” No one spoke at the command of the scarred man who had been screaming commands since they started. But their reply was their obedience. I immediately felt the burning effects of the Freedom in my body. I could literally feel my veins burning. Scorching. “AAHHHHHH!” My throat screeched on its own. It was the only time I could gather much strength to make any noise. When I was in so much pain.

Nicholas asked worriedly, searching for anyone else in the cell. "No one. He was completely alone," the detective replied. "But his face is full of terror," Christian observed. “You're not real, and I'll get out of here, just you wait! And to teach you a lesson, I'll kill your beloved daughter and the monster growing inside her! What’s with that look on your face? Don’t like that? That’s how you’ll learn never to torment me again… What… No, no… Stay away from me… Ah…! I didn’t mean it! Ah… Help!” Frederick had backed himself into a corner of the cell, flailing his arms wildly as he screamed in terror.