Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

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 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.”

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.

This is why I liked the twins they always had a way of playing good torturer, bad torturer and it had a way of bringing warmth to my cold heart. Jackson leaned in again. “This is your last chance.” For a moment, it seemed like he might break as his breathing faltered and his jaw clenched while pain flickered in his eyes.. Then all of a sudden it hardened into something unyielding. “Go to hell!!.. I will.. never.. betray my.. fold.” Zorrack groaned. ‘Oh, he’s one of those brainwashed chickens ahh what a pity.’ Then.. I sighed in an almost bored manner

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.

The memories, I saw myself in many places especially when I was shot and tortured with the image of the guy who shot me. Then, darkness enveloped me...

In the past, I used to be scrawny and lanky with a lot of acne on my face, so I was often the target of bullying by the other students in my class. However, Randell would always stand up for me and protect me every time the kids picked on me. Once, I got heavily pranked at school. Someone balanced a bucket of water on top of the door. When I pushed the door open and walked in, the bucket tipped over and poured cold water all over my head and my body. At that time, Randell had grabbed the person who played the prank on me and threw him to the floor before beating him up. And after that incident, I began tailing Randell wherever he went, all the way from middle school to high school.

I was hot, flushed and aching at the groin, I couldn’t be tortured! “No. Jack, please.” I breathed, shaking my head to him. Oh no, he was going to torture me! He licked his fingers painfully slow, and ran his tongue over his bottom lips seductively. He got his rocks off seeing me suffer, I was sure. “Will you defy me again?” he purred, introducing his fingers between my thighs. I whimpered, I couldn’t deal with his torturing tactics today. He slowly entered me with two fingers, jerking them repeatedly along my G-spot.