Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

He hardly lost his cool on a lady before, but her soft giggle had instilled a strange rush of emotions in him which he was quick to cover up with an anger filled move. Determined not to think about her again, he pushed his mind to the matter at hand, letting his anger surface again as the building came into view. The dungeon was faintly lighted with few sticks of fire on the passage. Already used to the bloody smell of this dungeon, he made his way through the already opened iron protectors, into the dungeon where Lucio sat on an iron chair with his body covered with bloody sores. Lucio turned weakly to look at his boss, and fringed from fear. Everyone fears him and they were right to.

" I froze. I'd never heard anything like that before. "You're lying! My mom would never do that!" Connor's grip tightened like he wanted to crush my jaw. "It's all in my mother's journal, clear as day. Your mom was a filthy homewrecker." Tears welled up from the pain. I used all my strength to slap him. "You're lying! She's not like that! She's not!" Connor let out a mocking laugh. "Lying in that hospital bed now? Looks like she's finally getting what she deserves. And using her daughter worked just fine."

Whenever I remember Lincoln’s disappointed face earlier, I can’t help but feel pain in my heart. I want to fucking release the anger that I am feeling right now, so I thought of just going to the torture room and spending the rest of the day torturing a fucking rogue. I don't know if this is still healthy but torturing rogues feel so therapeutic for me, I feel like I am giving justice to my parent's death every time I heard every rogue scream in immense pain.

There had to be a moment of true torture which would would them bend to your will. The joy of seeing them bend was simply inexplicable and it was working on him. Some were usually very stubborn as they kept ensuring until the very end. Most of those who behaved in that way were warriors who had spent a very large percentage of their time on the war front. Very few people could withstand the pain that some of these tortures brought. Funny how the man kneeling thought my threats were just a hoax. Sometimes it was good for people to see for themselves so that others could learn. His eyes were now open, lifeless and cold. He tried to fall on his own but I held him back and made sure he stood.

“Later, I will be. Right now, I’m the guy who is going to fuck you rotten in the woods where no one can hear you wail.” Part of me is shockingly turned on by that. By the imagery of his powerful body bucking above my smaller one, the truck pitching back and forth, his grunts mingling with my cries. I want to know him at that most basic level. Man reduced to beast. I want to know him in every single way, even that one, but I know he’ll hate himself for being too rough with me and I want to save him that guilt. “What if I can’t see you as my hero after you hurt me?”

Zared pov The viciousness with which Aurum, Dysnomia, castrated Ahriman, then seasoned his testicles and fed them to him is horrifying. I never thought a woman could be so harsh, so effective at torture. Gunther and I watched, unable to move or to intervene. We actually felt empathy for him, he is an alpha, he deserves some respect. Instinctively I move my hands to protect my own jewels.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

My wife has suffered from hereditary migraines for years. After three years of marriage, I finally developed a specialized medication just for her. Carrying a lunchbox, I headed to her company, intending to deliver the medicine to her in person. But her secretary mistook me for a kept man. He dumped the contents of the lunchbox over my head, stripped off my clothes in front of everyone, and even made me swallow the only dose of that specialized medicine. "A mere food delivery guy, and you dare dress so indecently? Today, I'll show you exactly what happens to a homewrecker." Then, with a smug grin, he turned to claim credit with my wife. "Ms. Milstein, I took care of that food delivery

If a persons chest area is stabbed, then their survival ratio is 1 to 5 percentage. " Alisha . I am sorry..." After saying that he closed his eyes and stopped his struggling body. He closed his eyes for good and so leaving her back there. " No...." She woke up while screaming . After she saw herself in her new room then only did she realize that she has been dreaming . Her forhead was sweating and she was all terrified to see the past once again. She can still feel the helplessness she have felt at that time. She always feel a guilt in her heart that she couldn't save his beloved friend and not only that she couldn't even avenge him.

Torture? I was praying that Valor would say he wasn't torturing rogues but that was not the case. Instead, I heard, "No, and she will not know. She doesn't need to know everything in my life, and this is my secret." I stepped back in horror. Valor was scaring me, I could even feel my wolf retreating into the back of my mind. I knew that Valor killed but I had no idea that he actually tortured rogues, presumably to their death. It made me sick to think I have a mate like this who does all this. I could have lived with a bit of killing, which I would have thought would stop after finding me, but this was not the case.