Novel & Cerita Victim X Mitsi

"Greetings to all pack members, before I begin, I would like to call out Vero, Sam, Jennie and Hannah" The four girls stood up and walked out to stand on the podium facing the pack. "in fireblood pack, we punish prisoners by making them work in the mines or making them serve as concubines or servants to high ranking pack members. A few days ago, I brought back a female prisoner who was guilty of assaulting Lily, my little sister back from creekwood pack. This prisoner is under my jurisdiction and I have the right to punish her as I please. I am going to say this just this once, anybody who hurts Ava in this pack will be severely dealt with. I would assume that such a person wants to challeng

Suddenly, Mitchell came from behind and made use of a wood to hit me hard, then I fell to the ground with blood flowing from the spot she hit me… “You worthless bitch.” “Mitchell why?” She gripped me to a tree and used her claws continuously to slap me then Vincent stopped her thinking he was here to save me, instead he did worse.

He offered. Men were easy to manipulate, they were so gullible, it disgusted her. Women were stronger, men were weak, emotionally and physically. They all thought with one thing; their sexual organ. She almost spat out disgustingly. "You'd rather I become your hoe over collecting a three million bribe?" Rob skovich's brows furrowed in confusion, "a three million bribe, I wasn't offered no such amount" Munawarrah stared in confusion before realization dawned on her, Samuel Joseph, the bastard!

In the livestream, the man who had previously claimed he would expose my entire life had obtained a video. It was surveillance footage from outside the school building on that day. The footage clearly showed that I could have escaped, but Claire grabbed me and pulled me into the rubble. [Holy crap! She's such a piece of trash!] [She tortured and killed a cat! Because of one lie, she trapped someone for their entire life!] [Domestic violence should be a felony, no matter the gender! Two years is way too light!] [Re-examine his injuries! Appeal the case!] That day, the entire internet exploded, and my case sparked discussions everywhere. At the same time, more and more people started messaging

You wanted to prove you could handle things on your own and look where it got you. Back at the penthouse… Damien’s tablet pinged with the first report. He opened it immediately. Live feed active. Two hostiles confirmed: Victor Voss and Marcus Hale. Female target secured in living room, wrists bound. Appears unharmed but distressed. A second message followed with audio transcript: Victor: “...start at ten million. Cash.” Marcus: “What if he calls the cops?” Victor: “He won’t. Men like him don’t involve police. They handle shit themselves. We just have to make sure he knows we’ll kill her if he tries anything.”

Denied again. Guest after guest took turns. Fingers pinched and slapped her tits. A riding crop painted light red stripes across her ass and thighs. Someone pressed a powerful vibrator directly against her clit on high while Victor held her head still, forcing her to maintain eye contact with him. “You’re doing so well, pet,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Look at you—dripping, shaking, desperate to be fucked in front of all these people. You want my cock, don’t you?”

Using telekinesis, I pull the witch toward me, causing the vine to pierce the witch right in the heart. The witch shrieks in pain as the vine quickly expands, making her body explode into a million tiny pieces and causing her blood to splatter everywhere. "NO!" Matisa screams, tilting forward in horror as she sees one of her main clan leaders die before her. "You bitch! You'll pay for that!" she says as she tries to strike me with magic, but I block her, creating a protection shield in front of me. The war gets uglier as the witches become angry and attack us with greater force.

Then suddenly she felt a hand push her off and she landed on the other side of the road hitting her head on the tarred road , the man, her savior rolled and she landed right on top of his body pressing and resting on the nice hard chest. The car drove past them without even stopping. She laid in shock with the hands of her savior wrapped around her ,she looked forward taking a glance at the black Car and the write up at the back 'THE VIP'. She looked down and stared at her savior ,he assisted her stand and he stood gently ,she would have died just now if not for this gentleman. But she couldn't stop herself from wishing she had really got hit and died,tears dropped her eyes,there was really

One kick and the door exploded inward. What I saw made my vision go red. Victoria was unconscious on a couch. Blood trickling from a wound on her head. Her shirt is torn. Miles was leaning over her, his hands on her clothes. His face was focused and calculating. Like this was just another business transaction. I crossed the room in three steps. My fist connected with Miles’s jaw before he even saw me coming. He stumbled backward, shock replacing the predatory focus. “Alessandro—” I hit him again.

I motioned for Liam to circle around and block any escape routes, then steeled myself and strode toward the main entrance. “We’re taking them back,” I muttered under my breath, each word a promise of retribution. Inside, I found the room dimly lit by a single, flickering bulb. There they were—Mia, Mimi, and Alison—each bearing the marks of the struggle, their eyes heavy with pain but alight with defiant spark. In a far corner, barely clinging to life, lay Victor. The sight ignited something primal in me: a burning need to punish those who dared threaten my family.