Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

I get paid each time I fight and the best part of the deal is, I get to hit as many people as I want without worrying about any rules. That was how I found myself working for Rocky. He helps me and in return, I bring in money for him. After my meltdown in front of Abigail yesterday, I decided to call Rocky to set me up for a fight. I needed not to feel anything. I wanted to feel numb and pounding someone with my fist was my cure. Even though, I was set up against 'The Butcher.' Biggest guy I've ever seen in my life.

Which also interprets to interrogator, torturer, a monster, psychopath, Satan. And I know exactly what he's capable of. I never had the misfortune of having him turn any of his little torture instruments on me-came very close one time-but I did witness what he could do. How he could make them scream. How he'd make the blood run across the floor. At the time none of that mattered because I was one of them, I'd never have to suffer that punishment. It mattered now. Why did I choose to be a hacker? Why couldn't I have chosen something less dangerous? Like a human crash test dummy.

she continued as terra slashed at him continually, They were now a bunch of bloodied mess, with few of his blades strikes getting past her shield more and more and her blade both burning and cutting into him, although he was messier, with a swollen eye and cut on his lower lip, "The one person that kept me together also" terra shouted as the floor broke and rocks shot out and slammed detox, The thought of jason drove her insane, all her life she toiled and served, protected him, loved him and all she get was nagging and orders!, The soil came out also and wrapped him, the rocks compressing him, "Mercy" he croaked, Terra fully knew he couldn't die, but I was going to make this the worst tortu

The torture started slow. He began with the serum... the same black poison that had killed Daniel and Thane. A rogue held my arm steady... though the chains already did that... and Jade injected it into my vein. Fire exploded through my blood... worse than silver twisting my insides like knives. I arched against the bed... teeth gritted refusing to scream. My Lynix healing fought it... pushing back the corruption, but it hurt... goddess... it hurt. Across the bars... Zeph roared... straining against his chains. “Stop! You bastard... stop!”

He said in a rough tone, "Those despicable animals are even worse than I thought. In order to torture us, they're trying everything they can. We shouldn't fall for it. "We really are living in fear at the moment. We're afraid of the future and afraid of the uncertainty of death. It causes us to feel even more tortured. I can even feel my blood essence flowing into my heart, fulfilling their wishes!" As he said that, pain could be seen in Jackson's eyes. Jackson hated the warriors from the second-grade worlds incredibly deeply. He wanted nothing more than to rip them apart, but his abilities were limited, so he was forced to suffer in this endless pain.

Tory I found all the information I could that we need to go after the other creep that attacked Mena I know I should have reported it when I first found out but I understand how she feels I went through the same thing last year when I was dating Milo but I wasn’t able to get retribution for my pain and suffering so I’m going to help her with hers maybe that way I can heal from my own trauma and move on with my life But I’m not like Mena I wasn’t having bad dreams instead I can’t deal with people touching me or feeling trapped that’s why I broke up with Milo as much as I love him and yes I do want to be with him and only him but I don’t want him to suffer with me being his mate he deserve som

This man is unbelievable…always tries to stay happy and thinks about everyone but he doesn't try to show his vulnerable side to anyone. Seeing him sad I decided to divert his mind. "You are sounding like a Bollywood hero." I said . He looked at me as if I had grown two horns on my head. "Yes...just like a Bollywood hero ,you kidnapped the villain and forced him to apologize….wow… you are a total Bollywood hero…you are from Bollywood" I said excitedly. He kept looking at me sometimes and then a smirk came on his lips. Now ...what is he thinking? My mind pondered over.

The torturers whispered in his ear, reminding him of the isolation, the endless darkness, and the fear that he would never escape. Chris gasped for breath, his heart pounding in his chest as they pulled out a glowing iron rod. His eyes widened in terror as they pressed it against his skin, burning deep into his flesh. The smell of his own burning skin made him retch, but there was no escape. The pain was endless, a never-ending cycle of suffering and torment.

The tears came, but he hated every one of them. He hated that his body still knew how to cry. He hated that the name Elias felt like a wound and a home at the same time. He hated that Adrian had been there in the smoke. He hated that when Adrian touched him earlier, some weak part of him had wanted to hold on before remembering who Adrian was. That was the cruelest part. Adrian was not only the man who caged him. He was also the man who had pulled him from the rain. And Lucas no longer knew which truth hurt more.

I never gave up searching for her, no matter how painful it was. I was covered in burns from branding irons and narrowly escaped being fed to the pigs after being caught sneaking around again. It was then that a kind man took pity on me and advised, "You should stop with all the searching, young man. Anyone who vanishes out of nowhere in this place is likely long dead." In that instant, something inside me seemed to die. I drowned in guilt every waking moment. If I hadn't stubbornly fought with Delilah, she wouldn't have taken me on that trip just to get me to forgive her. If it hadn't been for me, Delilah wouldn't have been dragged into this place, and she wouldn't have lost her life here.