Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

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.

I am the fire that burns enraging the wrath and vengeance that runs in my veins but there is a twist. One thing between us is that I'm not the monster everyone plays me out to be. The people who I ruthlessly and personally kill are ones that the justice was not served to. Rapists. I despise them. With my encounter but I was strong enough to fight back, but many can't and for that reason, the messy kills will only be with them. One and one of my only purposes is to protect and take payback on the ones who can’t take the revenge they desire to have. Lucky for me I have the crazy Romano gene.

"What? It's a win-win for you us, no?" "Why in your sick mind do you think this is a win for me?" I ask, feeling appalled. He raises a brow as if he truly doesn't understand. "I get to do whatever the hell I want with you while the bastard over there sits and watches hopelessly." Leaning over, he whispers, "I think he deserves to be tortured a little for how he treated you, don't you think?" I shake my head aggressively. "No, Aayan. Please, I don't want this."

He wished for his death now in his mind but Nicholas will not let them die this easily. The last man was sacred to the death after watching his fellows suffer for the deed they did and he was equally involved in it. He was scared and frustrated from the pain his fellows were feeling and hearing their cries. He couldn't control himself anymore and let his frustration out. "Why are you torturing us like some madman? We just wanted to have a little fun with that girl and it's not like she is your girl. That bitch was the one who seduced us!" he yelled out frustratingly at Nicholas and this was it.

Her lackluster voice was somehow heartless than before. “We… we… we apologize…” Hercules rubbed his palms, begging. Hermes had already bawled his eyes. That’s because mental torture was the most painful torture they had ever experienced. A mental wound couldn’t be treated the same as a physical wound, yet it didn’t mean, physical torture was less an issue. Both were equally exhausting and painful. “Come… let’s play with me.” Shadow’s pupils soon glitched weirdly. Slowly, from yellow, it turned blood red. “Play… fuck…” Shadow kneading one side of her head.

“Would you like to read it privately?” “Yes, please,” he replied, and the detective and security guard left, leaving Darren alone in the room. He started reading the findings and laid out all the photographs in the binder on the table, showing the wounds on the body. Darren studied the photos for a long time, wondering who could have done such a cruel thing to a helpless old man. Even when he was in the army, he had never seen a prisoner of war being tortured in a similar way during interrogation. The sight was horrific. It seemed to be a warning. He was well aware of what it meant. The game was on. A game that would probably claim many more lives in the near future. The enemy had made the f

"Your display of weakness suggests that you are unable to endure even the slightest discomfort. What will happen if one of our foes were to capture you and subject you to torture? Would you crumble and beg for mercy before you even feel the sting of the lash?" Despite my admonishment, Dave continued to shake his head and weep, "I would rather face the enemy's wrath than suffer at the hands of my own boss. If I am to meet my end, let it be as a hero at the hands of our adversaries, rather than as a traitor at the hands of my own kin."

Once we were in the car, he slapped me. "You bastard! Just seeing your face pisses me off!" Terrence was no different from Nadine's 18 other lovers. They had always humiliated me for no reason. I hated myself for being so useless. After living like a coward for eight years, I was finally ready to leave Nadine. "I'm going to sleep with your wife tonight. You excited? Are you looking forward to it? Hey, answer me!" Terrence was about to slap me again when Nadine walked downstairs, her heels clicking on the floor.

“I’m tying up loose ends. That’s what family does, isn’t it? Protects its legacy. We’ve wiped every trace of your existence—no name, no records, no past. To the world, you don’t exist. Why keep you alive, when you are invisible to the world?” My blood turned cold, but I refused to let him see the fear creeping up my spine. I straightened my shoulders, keeping my gaze locked on his. “You’re a coward, Kirill,” I spat, “Hiding behind your poisons and chains. You couldn’t even finish me off face-to-face. You all are losers and always will be losers” I laughed bitterly.

Torturing. I wrap my legs around him. Try to pull him deeper. He resists. “Not yet,” he growls. “Not until you understand.” “Understand what?” “That you’re not choosing between two men.” Another slow thrust. “You’re choosing between a cage made of gold and a life where someone would burn the world down to keep you safe.” He rolls his hips—grinding against my clit with every shallow stroke. I whimper. “Victor will give you luxury,” he continues. Voice strained. “I’ll give you loyalty. He’ll fuck you like he owns you. I’ll fuck you like I worship you.”