Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

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 quiet in my throat was hard, sharp, and stripped of all sentiment—a cold piece of steel left sitting at the bottom of a frozen well. I picked up a piece of sharp iron scrap Yusuf had dropped—cold, heavy, and jagged—and dragged it across the smooth face of a slate block, carving Chapter 179 into the hard stone: They do not need to break your spirit with a hammer when they can wear it down with a scale. They count the cost of your conviction down to the last grain of flour, the last wool coat, and the last clean cup of water, until the hero's path looks like nothing more than a slow suicide for everyone you love. Chapter 179 is the raw, bitter core of the grind: knowing that the system doe

I lift my head slightly whilst we are walking and take in the view in front of me. Dimetrius is built like a warrior god. He has muscles built upon muscles and his skin is ridiculously tanned from all the heat radiating from the Lava flowing through the city. His arse is perfectly round and his pants are slightly too tight, allowing me to visualize exactly what I will see and feel under there the moment we get behind closed doors. I can feel the heat building in my core with every step closer we take, my heart rate is quickening as I’m visualising slamming him against the wall. Out here he is the master, but not behind closed doors.

Higgins chuckled out. Higgins had his face bruised, his body subjected to the most severe form of tortures possible, yet he stood tall to confront the inquisitor with words that didn't only cut corners in butressing the bold in his tongue. He had the makings of an Alpha. The resistance to damage and resilience not to affirm neither physically nor magically to subjected conditions, which only proved it. Alas, all he was and had been was a hunter whose willingness to die had been infringed upon by the same force seemingly clawing it's way through the gates of the dungeon.

"I am certain you have seen my work of art in torture. You have witnessed yourself that I don't give out mercy after asking a question for the second time, and I am certain you know well that once I start, I get too carried away to stop. So before you lose your life in the most horrible way possible, I suggest you talk. How many more Viper traitors are living under my roof?" Victor was standing in front of the strrl table, looking at each and every single one of the tools laid down. "Victor, I am telling you the truth. I do not know." The biker replied, his breath bow shallow and his forehead already coated with sweat. Why does everyone wait to tell the truth until they get tortured? Victor

It was at that moment that I realized that I was doing this the wrong way, I was torturing the wrong guys. It’s obvious that these guys don’t know anything, I guess he doesn’t trust them completely and that is why he doesn’t tell them everything. I have to commend him for being so smart, but that smartness is going to cost him something so precious today. He has just exceeded his boundaries, he has bitten more than he can chew. First, he had deceived me by sending my boys to a house that is rigged to explode, and now this. He knows that his boys do not know anything, yet he sits there and lets me torture them continuously. He is prepared to watch them die for something they know nothing abou

He paused, letting the words sink in. “A warrior who hesitates is already dead. A warrior who can't kill an enemy cannot protect his people.” Another pause. “And a warrior who refuses to put himself and the needs of the people first has no place being called one. In Dark Hound, we chose ourselves first. Be selfish. It's all about you.” The second he was done with his speech, the lights came on at the far end of the yard, revealing the prisoners. All of them. Guards moved forward and began pulling the sacks off heads. Faces appeared, most of them battered, the rest exhausted. But I could tell they had been tortured by some bunch of sadistic maniacs. Was everyone in Dark Hound psychos?

] [They’ll find out soon enough why ‘Wish’ is ranked SSS. By then, the boss had silently appeared right in front of me. “You’re the last one,” he said, voice low and cold. “So… how do you wish to die?” Well, shit. Guess this is really the end for me. Before I got dragged into this horror game, I was the heroine of an erotica—waking up every morning in bed tangled up with handsome men. Totally useless at everything else. Expecting me to come up with some clever survival plan? Not happening.

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