Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

The admission cost him more than any accusation ever had. “She told me you were fragile,” Alex said. “That you needed distance from anything that would retraumatize you. She convinced me silence was mercy.” Lily laughed softly. It wasn’t amused. It was hollow. “She tortured me,” Lily said. “Quietly. Legally. Every day.” Alex’s chest constricted. “She isolated me,” Lily continued. “She made me believe I was lucky to survive. That asking questions was betrayal.” Alex’s voice broke—just slightly. “I didn’t know.”

“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?”

Torrin Reeve turned to me, leaning down as if to speak to a child, “Tell me sweetheart, how do you like his savior complex, this untamable urge to ride off and be the hero no matter who gets hurt.” That struck a chord in me, and scratched at fresh wounds, but I wasn’t about to turn my back on the man I loved in enemy territory. So I placed my hand in Colt's and squeezed. “Yes, let’s leave. I’m tired.”

If he wasn’t being held up by his restraints, he would be slumped on the floor in unconsciousness. “Hit him with a hot shot and get me a whiskey and something to clean up with,” I tell one of the warriors in the room. “Yes, Alpha!” the warrior says and hurries out of the room. A hot shot is an accelerated healing serum that we use in torture. The person feels everything. Every little bit of their bones mending, their nerves straightening, and their skin reknitting. It happens in a matter of minutes and puts a huge strain on their heart. And once they’re healed, we can break them all over again.

"I... I can't imagine... what kind of pain and suffering you endured. It's a miracle that despite all that, you're still standing here in front of me like a normal person." That's right. Victor stripped off all the humanity left in him, treated him as if he were an animal, and worse. No normal person could endure such physical, emotional, and mental torture. She took a deep breath and then looked up at him. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of pity, sadness, anger, and amazement. "You're brave, Kieran... I admire you for that. I do think you are amazing. And I think… that's why I was drawn to you. You are very strong."

he growled. To her, the scene was reminiscent of a movie she had watched in her youth, a spy interrogating a prisoner, torturing him for information, only they weren’t torturing him for that reason, they were doing it as recompense for her. All around him, the guards were yelling obscenities and cursing at him vehemently.The whole scene was unbelievable, mercenaries, she deduced, torturing the man who tried to kill her. It would seem like sweet vindication to most people, but Madchen it wasn’t that.No it incensed her, she could feel the mad rage bubbling to a head. Seeing this man, here, still alive and breathing, with resentment in his eyes sent her over the edge.

I screamed in great pain and my tears were already scattered all over my face. My body felt very hot and I was already sweating. "Let go of me." I said tiredly. The creature said nothing and continued with the torturing pain it gave me. It's eyes were directly fixed on my face which added to my terror. The body was that of a dirty and withered spider but the face had six eyes on each side and one side of the face was that of an ugly baby and the other side was of an ugly and wrinkly old man's face.

He spun me and slammed me hard against the wood, knocking the breath right out of my lungs. His face hovered inches from mine, rage carved into every line of it. Void. God, he looked murderous. No— No. No. I didn't want to be around him right now. Not now. "Please..." Tears coursed down my cheeks. His body crushed the space around me, leaving me no room to escape or even breathe. I didn't exactly know why I was crying. Maybe because I'd just discovered I'd been dealing with the infamous Torturer this whole time. The man who craved blood. The one who had brought the mightiest men to their knees.

I know I was feeling something for his nerd brother, but at the same time, I was spreading my legs wide for the evil brother. Fuck... Screwed... I can't... I shouldn't... How do people deal with this kind of torture?

Each brush of the towel is a silent prayer, a whispered promise that I’ll do whatever it takes to help him heal. Despite his discomfort, Hugh makes no move to stop me, his trust in me unwavering even in his weakened state. My heart clenches as I peel away Hugh's torn shirt, revealing a greater landscape of pain and suffering etched upon his battered flesh. Each new wound, more raw and grievous than the last, sends a chill of anguish through me, my fingers trembling as I continue to gently pat the soaked towel against his chest and torso. The sight before me is a stark reminder of the brutality of war, the toll it exacts upon those who dare to stand against its relentless tide. But more than