Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

He nodded to the man with the prongs, and this time they pressed the metal against my stomach. The scream that ripped from my throat was louder than any before, pure, unfiltered agony. My body jerked uncontrollably, the current sending me into violent spasms. The pain was indescribable, all-consuming. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out, like my skin was on fire, my bones cracking under the pressure. I wanted to die. I wanted it to end. But I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I wouldn’t beg. Even as the pain took me under, drowning me, I clung to the one thing stronger than the torture: my hatred for Viktor Romanov.

All I could do was lie there and hold my injured front legs up, completely hopeless against the enemy, howling and whining into the cold air. He swiped down my underside, tearing into the sensitive nipples on my front, and a string of yelps followed. His goal was clearly not to kill me but to torture me, just like Alex’s sister. The whole situation brought me right back to being in that cell again, completely hopeless as someone tore into my body, doing whatever they wanted to it, taking away all my control and dignity. My howls turned more agonizing as I went into a bad place.

"That's not who you are. That's who I am. And I hate who I am sometimes.” "I kill people," he continued, his eyes boring into mine. "Without hesitation, without remorse. I've tortured enemies. I've made people beg for death. I've built an empire on violence and fear. And every single day, I look at you, at your kindness, your compassion, your gentle heart, and I think, 'Thank god she's nothing like me.'” “But I want to be stronger,”

Andrew was subjected to beatings and verbal insults every day. It seemed that he had truly lost his mind. He would constantly mumble to himself in a crazed tone while scrubbing robotically. "Go back… I have to go back to the present… Diana… Take me home, honey! This isn't real… I was transmigrated here, so I can definitely transmigrate back to the present… I have to find a way… I have to…" He would either be doused with a bucket of freezing, filthy water in the next second, or someone would smash a wooden bat against his back.

I almost laugh at that thought. "Yea it would have been nice having you here hours ago before he started his messed up version of torture, Cassius. Maybe you can talk him into letting me go 'cause I'm pretty sure I will die if he starts up his torture again. I'm barely hanging on as it is." I try my hardest to sound defeated. I'm almost completely healed, but he doesn't need to know that. I know with the insane amount of blood coating my body and the floor that he will believe me without much thought.

The death I've prayed for for years is minutes away, however I don't want it. I want to live, to finally get away from it all and be free. Free of a life without pain or torture. A life I don't hate. To live a life without fear and pain. To finally be myself without fearing what would happen to me next. Yet here I am, laying on the forest floor broken and abused. Ironic isn't it? Struggling to stand up with whatever it is still lodged in my shoulder I look around to see where they've gone. I end up falling over from pain and landing on the object still protruding; causing it to lunge deeper into me. Finally letting the darkness take over.

“I’m here. I’ll help you.” But when I touched his arm, I jerked back with a gasp. He was burning. Not warm like any werewolf. Not feverish. Burning like fire was moving under his skin. My heart dropped. This was no normal poison. Whatever they did to him was cruel. I turned as Viktor stepped inside. “Do you see what you’ve done?” I shouted before I even realized I was speaking. “You talk about honor and forgiveness, but look at him. This isn’t justice, Viktor. This is torture. You’re no better than the packs you judge.”

"Is torturing me bigger than the CEO position? If you didn't care about the position, why the fuck would you take it away from me? The deserving person?" "Deserving? What a fucking joke," he scoffed, clearly starting to get irritated. He did not take the comment well and he moved in closer, his hand on one side of her and his lips just inches away. "The only thing you deserve is being here and living this life." "You let go of what you wanted to teach me what I deserved? You are just an obsessive crazy maniac who only wants to-"

Without a word, I motioned to the torturers, and they dipped the whip in wolfsbane before lashing Nasir again and again. Nasir's screams echoed off the walls, but I felt no pity for him. he deserves all his getting and more, and I am going to torture him more and more He was a werewolf, and he knew that sometimes, violence was the only way to get what i wanted. As the torture continued, I felt his rage building, and I vowed that I would not rest until Nasir was dead. But despite the agony he was enduring, Nasir remained defiant, his eyes burning with fierce determination. I knew that i was in for a long fight, and I steeled myself for the battle ahead. Whatever it took, i was determi

My father was a hero cop, but I was a blemish to his shining resume as I was a delinquent who smoked, drank, and got into fights. Every time I tried to visit him at the precinct, he would slap me and tell me to leave in front of his colleagues. His fatherly love was all meant for Nana Smith, the daughter of his fallen comrade who was a paragon of good character and academic excellence. When Nana was kidnapped, he sent the entire city's officers after the kidnappers. When I was stabbed three times by some thugs and called him for help, he snapped at me, "Quit being a bother. The death of vermin like you is simply good riddance anyway." Even as I suffocated in agony, I lay in a pool of my