Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

I did it without a second thought, discarded them as if they were nothing more than trash, something to be hated and eliminated. Still, I can't deny the stabbing hurt that cripples me. Back in the compound, time was a feeble thing. It wasn't long before Natalie lost track of the days, confused by the endless hours of torture. We kept counting the years based on the number of allies they had: around Christmas, they would disappear, only a few remained. My hands shake, and I hurry to hide them. I learned from a young age that in order to stay alive, I couldn't show vulnerability. I was raised as a weapon, crafted into the perfect steel. I'm made of sharp edges and vengeance, and I will not cru

Upon hearing the impious blasphemies, the crowd reacted accordingly by shouting at the Inquisitor to finish his work and send the 'Tomb Raider' to the other world to meet with the Dark Powers whom he revered. The younger of the other two heretics sobbed and groaned hysterically. The merchant said nothing, since the torture to which he had been subjected to extract his confession had almost ended his life. He hung from the ropes with his body limp, his chin dropped to his chest, passed out or in a state of catatonia. And then something happened that chilled Viktor's blood and stopped his heart for a second.

I had looked at his scars and thought he was just a misunderstood brooding hero with a tragic past. What an absolute joke. He wasn't misunderstood.. he was a rotten bloodthirsty monster to his very core and I was just the newest lamb he had dragged to the slaughter. I marched blindly around the corner and nearly collided with some.. Morwena. She was leaning casually against the pillar examining her nails.

Laura. Three days later* Torture, the one thing I never knew I was capable of. I used to frown at it, but after what I’ve been through, the pains, the brutal assault and humiliation, I just know this will be my only way of healing. I don’t care how dark it is because at this moment, I feel more like the dark angel Michael always calls me. After Liam's burial, I've taken my time to torture the hell out of Igor and Raven.

"Look. The Lord has seen her repenting and has punished her." Torture at the college was systematic. Monday was designated for purifying one's sense of taste. Sophie had to kneel and drink holy water mixed with glass shards at 5:00 am. In the afternoon, she had to swallow earthworms alive because they were supposed to consume everything dirty in one's soul.

he bellowed, a twisted smirk adorning his face. Aurora's eyebrows shot up in fear as she locked her gaze with Jericho's piercing eyes. The realization of the impending torture sent shivers down her spine, knowing the deep hatred the two brothers held towards her. Despite her training to remain unyielding, Jericho had managed to break through her defenses. She could only imagine the excruciating pain that awaited her at the hands of the king, now that she had learned her death had been postponed.

Hunter has requested him to let him do a number on Richard and Rasmus allowed it to a certain extent. Among them, Hunter was known for his twisted ways to torture their enemies. He was called a butcher among the rogues at how brutally Hunter destroys his enemies mentally and physically. And looking at Richard's condition, it was obvious Hunter had traumatized the man because his legs were shaking and he was fully conscious.

He just kept walking, his expression carefully blank. But I saw the tension in his shoulders and the slight tremor in his hands. He remembered every moment of pain inflicted in this place. At that moment, something in my chest cracked open. All the anger. All the hurt. All the resentment I had been carrying. It didn't disappear, but it shifted. Because Victor had survived this. Had endured torture at his own father's hands. And somehow, he was still standing. Still fighting. Still trying to be a good Alpha. A good mate.

The words dripped with a venomous satisfaction, a stark reminder to the torturer that his sadistic game had not yielded the desired outcome. As the guards closed in, their united presence casting a shadow over the torturer, a sense of justice pervaded the room. They were a testament to the unwavering loyalty and unwavering resolve that surrounded me, a force to be reckoned with. The torturer, once so consumed by his power, now stood in the face of his own vulnerability.