Tortured Hero Novels & Stories

Torture wasn’t just an act of revenge; it was an art. A conversation where pain replaced words, and the body spoke truths the mouth refused to utter. The bastard held out for longer than expected. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body shaking with every movement. I have to say, he was a resilient one. But everyone has something that makes them crack, they always do. "I like how stubborn you're, I love the stubborn ones best." "They create more time for me to enjoy torture, and trust me I have new methods to try out."

“Your body is weak, you have Aconite in your system, when I treated you, you had scars over your body, old and deep. And when Alpha found you, you were on run. How does this not confirm that you were tortured?” My eyes watered when I recall the way I had to spend days and sleepless nights caged in his room, tied, getting raped, used, tortured, it brought fresh pain and indescribable self-pity. I always needed help, wanted consolations. And when there was someone ready to help, all I was doing was a lie. What was I? What had I become? Where’s the feisty, bold and strong version of me that my brother adored? Where’s my old self that never cared about anything?

Physical torture or emotional torture. Seeing her hurt my little girl made me wonder what Alec ever saw in the bitch. She was nothing but a viper. Maybe her pussy was a pot of honey, and he felt like he’d reached a kind of heaven. I don’t know, but I’ll never understand. I am not terrible, though, no matter how much I despise her. That’s why I asked Aspen what happened. Aspen can’t lie to save her life. Once I’d gotten my answers, it was game over.

He took Mason's hand into his, his touch gentle and reassuring, a silent message that he was okay, that he was still standing despite the horrors he had endured, despite the torture and despite the pain. As he began to speak, his voice was low and husky, his words were full with emotion and with pain. "I've been tortured by the wizards for years," he said, his voice cracking with pain, with anguish, with despair. "They've tried to remove the golden sword from my body countless times, but it's a part of me now, a part of my very being, my very essence. They couldn't despite all their attempts." Ricky's eyes clouded over, his gaze drifting into the past of pain and into the depths of his own p

“I’m not signing anything.” His expression twists into a scowl. “He’s not your hero,” he growls. “He’s a monster. He breaks bones, burns people alive, melts them in acid baths while they scream. He’s killed men, women, children. Do you hear me? He killed twelve people last night while you slept. How long before he gets bored with you? Before those same hands wrap around your throat? You think you’re different? You’re not. You’ll end up just like them.”

he said, it wasn’t really a question. "Don't" "Dude you've been weird for weeks now, ever since she-” "I said don't" He held up his hands "alright alright, just saying though, you can’t keep doing this to yourself." "Doing what?" "Whatever this is, this whole tortured hero thing you've got going on..” "I'm not" "You are though, it's obvious to everyone." "Everyone?” I asked. "Me, Natalia, probably Sloane too if she'd admit it"

His lips have now started to slowly nibble her right earlobe… Lyra feels like she’s about to lose her mind with all the sensations and frustrations he’s making her feel at this point. But this is torture. She knows that so she must also let him know how torturous this is for her… “Please… have mercy Master… I want your huge cock to fuck me… please…” Hero is currently using all his self-control to keep himself suspended above her, longing to hear her beg him to take her. After all, he is currently enjoying her torture as much as the torture he’s also going through…

“Must be nice politics in Olympus.” He finally looked up at me, and I could see red highlights in his eyes. “It’s a special brand of torture they reserve for heroes like me. They take a war-hardened veteran who used to command thousands and led armies against chimeras...and now he’s grooming a child not to track mud through the front hall.” “I’m sure children are far less dangerous than chimeras,” I said, leaning against the bar. “Less likely to bite you.” He froze. His mouth twitched like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t. Then, he laughed.

He had no option other than to fight back or to be killed mercilessly by his enemies. Everyone called him a hero, but he knows better. He is a murderer, killing families ruthlessly and he knows how much he enjoy bathing in their blood. He enjoy torturing his victim before killing them, he feed himself with their fear and cries. Just the thought of torturing someone made him hard, he needs to fuck someone or a couples of them. He mind link Scott to arrange for some sluts as he need to release some steams.

Herald could see the grim evidence of its victims on its twisted tentacles, bloodstains marking where suicide warriors had met their gruesome end. The memory of those suicide warriors, trained in secrecy by his family, flooded Herald's mind. Stripped of emotions, they were treated as expendable from birth. He couldn't bear the thought of sharing their fate. Then, he noticed a tentacle lashing out directly at him. "No! I don't want to die like them!" Herald screamed in sheer terror. The tentacle remained indifferent to Herald's desperate pleas. It slashed through the air and in the next instant, its sharp tip pierced Herald's back.