Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

ZARA POV "Hero," I began softly, my voice close to his ear, "you truly believe that after everything I've endured here, things can simply return to how they were before? I'm sorry, but that's utter nonsense. There's no way we can pretend this never happened. This mountain, these hurtful shared experiences you put me through... they've changed me. I can't unsee what I've seen and heard, or unfeel what I've felt. I’m different now, Hero, irrevocably different.”

In NY, the screams of pain echoed around the walls of the torture chamber. Reed, Nero, and Alesso took turns torturing Victor. The biker has touched their family, which made this personal. "Please, let me go" Victor begged for the hundredth time. But his plea is ignored. He is not innocent and he doesn't deserve mercy. He is bloody all over. Now he lacks all of his fingers and he has been cut open in various parts of his body.

"You're confusing Lima. You've undergone extreme torture that even the bravest man couldn't endure. Each time thriving. How is this even possible? A woman with your build surely should've cracked after the first method. We've tried multiple torture methods and you haven't budged once." I don't respond. There's no reason to. While he may be asking, he's not actually looking for an answer. I know exactly why I haven't crumbled, but the reason only just makes me upset. I'm the way I am because of my past. From the extreme torment I was put through at such a young age. Their tactics are useless against me. As I've grown up used to this form of torment. What they call torture, I call childhood. T

“You’re spinning what happened to make me look like some hero. But I’m not.” “You’re my hero.” “I’m a fucking killer. A bloodthirsty maniac, Atalanta. Don’t you see? I’m just as bad as that doctor. Do you know I tortured him before I killed him? Do you know that I enjoyed it? I’m not a good guy.”

'So I'm just a surrogate tool?' 'Yes. More importantly, I'm downloading the emergency authorization code for his secret offshore trust fund right now. Oh no! Mommy, his system's highest-level security alarm has been triggered! He knows someone accessed his core data!' I felt a chill down my spine. 'Don't worry. I erased the traces, but he'll definitely start investigating. He'll think Steve did it.' Even that tiny bit of affection I thought I had received was nothing more than my own fantasy.

if you took it to mean what they had done. He often wondered at the callousness that it would take for a person to take another person’s life and these people seem to have an abundance of that callousness for the didn’t even seem to have a conscience or a moral compass. He could see that they didn’t even believe that what they had done was wrong and could be making jokes about it with each other. The idea that they could find the thought of another human dying to be funny was appalling to him; he can remember a time in another life where war was a constant and battles were a regular everyday occurrence. The idea and the feeling of when a person took a life still hung onto his soul, and he h

“Sorry, who?” “T-Murek—he is the vicious monster that tried to kidnap you today. He made me watch as he tortured Loretta. He tore her apart…” He stopped—the tears in his eyes now visible. “No, he did more than just torture her—he broke her soul. He literally ripped her heart right through her ribcage and let it dangle on her chest so that I could watch. He made me watch her heartbeat until she faded away.” Gasping, Natasha covered her mouth. “Oh, God, I’m really sorry,” she said, sympathetically.

Mentally I won’t survive them being tortured. XXX

Inside me, two things burn with equal intensity: rage at Viper’s refusal and a sick, festering hatred for being robbed of Liora. The Shadow of the Lacerator is a rotting hole in the worst part of New Dorp. Red neon bleeds across filthy walls. The stench of cigarettes, cheap whiskey, and despair is so thick it clings to your throat. Heros enters first. I follow close behind, feeling the weight of the knife strapped to my back. Victor “Viper” Moretti waits for us in the back booth, flanked by two idiots who think they can protect him. He smiles. A mistake.

/-Tediora-/ I didn't know what to expect when I got to the phantom dorm until I saw the white haired man that tortured the life out of me and almost killed my wolf. I froze in place, my stomach churning and my wolf snarling inside me. Azrael. The same man who had tortured me, mercilessly, with no regard for my pain, who had pushed me to the edge of death and broken my wolf over and over again. My body still shivered at the memory of those nights, and the scars, both physical and mental, throbbed like fresh wounds.