Novel & Cerita Worst Fantasy Punishments

Every lesson, every training, every new pair of stockings or oil for my hair, probably even that hideous dress, all get added to a ledger that he keeps with my name on it as he tallies up how much I owe him for his generosity. My punishment will be much worse. Common consequences often included some kind of maiming, to keep me from running again, or other disfigurements to make me less attractive to future thieves. Neither one of those things would keep me from being useful. And that's only if I live through the beating I will receive—1,000 lashes with a barbed whip. If I didn't die from the whipping itself, I might die from the infection the barbs cause when they dig into my flesh.

The penalty is being stripped of your ability to mate. I raise my hand to palm my mouth in horror. I turn back to the lady. "What is he going to do to them?" He is Harry in this equation. "Normally, they are to be stripped of their parts, but the Alpha's punishment for all crimes done in his pack is death." I flinch at the last word. Isn't that too far? "That's..." I can't find the right word. "Just." The woman completes it for me, but the look in her eyes tells me that she thinks it's anything but just.

She watched as they brought Holden in; it was just a day in the dungeons, and he looked haggard and crazy. He tried to beg and plead, lying that he’s been crazy all this while and he should be forgiven, but Elise was having none of it, not when Hayden was dead because of him and Rygan was hurt. But death was far too easy of a punishment for him to have; she wanted him to spend his whole life paying for his sins, so they agreed to chop both of his hands off and lock him up in the dark ancient shadow dungeons of the pack. A place so daunting and horrid that it crawled with ancient witch curses that would make a sane man mad, a befitting punishment for him to never see the light of day in those

In werewolf packs, they always give physical punishment and the worst punishment you could have is exile or banishment from the pack. Raven doesn’t really know what punishment is exactly given for certain crimes, but with a charge like two attempted murders, her punishment wouldn’t surely be that light. Raven just couldn’t imagine what her punishment would. It could be a hundred lashes laced with wolfsbane, public humiliation or worst torture. Raven doesn’t think she could survive any of those punishments.

“I’m not sure. I don’t really know what your punishments involve.” “Lashes usually. The severity ranging from poison tipped, the type of whip and the amount. That’s your most basic punishment. It can be worse but I’m not sure if Aelia would allow that to go further.” I looked at Nate sadly. He shivered at the thought. “Our punishments are about both setting an example and causing pain to remind us not to do it again. We are stronger than just about any race out there, so it’s easy to forget that we are breakable sometimes. Also of the punishments revolve around reminding us of our humanity.”

I'd finally finished thinking about the punishment for Damon. “Stand on your feet to receive your sentencing. Everything that you own will be burned to the ground because it is just as dirty as you are. You will be publicly paraded as the pig that you are. The people will do what they want with you and after that, will I have your head. And even after that, I will drop your body in the fields so that the vultures will feed on you. The world will be free from you and the dirt you bring.” He would pray for death and it would not come.

He respectfully said, "I believe the two of them have gone to the borders. That is the only thing I have been informed of." Alpha Jake frowned. "No matter if they went to the borders, they should return here today. Did they forget that Sana Azalea is coming? This kind of attitude... I had enough of it. Prince Zeke, I want you to prepare the thousand paper punishment." Alpha Prince Zeke was stunned. That list was known for having the worst torture methods in their history. Punishments like being locked in the dungeon for eternity, cutting the accused's limbs or fingers, or banishing them with their eyes taken outーbasically the worst of the worst.

I asked, swallowing the painful lump that lurched at my throat. I was kind of relieved when he said he won't be killing me, but the second I realised that whatever punishment he had installed for me could be worse than death, the relief which I once had, went flying through the window. “What do I do with you, Doe?” He asked, tilting his head with the most psychotic smile I've ever seen, dancing at the corner of his lips. At that moment, even death would be better than whatever he planned on doing. “You've disobeyed me too many times to ignore, so now, I've installed so many punishments for you.”

His brows furrowed. " Normally the punishment for trying to kill the King is a painful and brutal death. Where the wrongdoer is tied to a post in the country hall. Stripped naked of his clothes and dignity. Whipped with 100 sticks till the person is all bloody and when he begs for death?" " He is unchained and the people are given the permission to tear his limbs and burn him in their fire of hate." " And if there is still something left of his very existence. The left overs are offered to the wolves as a feast."

“That? Tesoro, that was kindergarten cruelty. You let her keep her pride. You let her keep hope. Real punishment strips a person until they pray for death and still don’t get it.” He glanced down at me, eyes burning. “If it were me? I’d have had her strung up in the courtyard for a week... flayed slowly, salt rubbed into the cuts, every scream broadcast through the house so no one ever forgets. Then I’d let the dogs have what’s left. That’s a message. That’s power.” I gasped but he kept talking casually, almost bored as we walked describing things worse than death: acid baths that left skin hanging in strips, slow dismemberment while still conscious, forcing family members to watch their own