Novel & Cerita Worst Fantasy Punishments

he whispered his facial expression changing at the instant. “Come, come show to me just where you have taken my woman, or I will have you burnt to ashes.” Mack shuddered. Emilioan’s punishment. In the history of all time, no one has ever had that kind of punishment before, and after Dante implemented it, the entire mafia game had taken it and it had been marked as a rule of eliminating under spy. It had been added to the mafia constitutions and ways of punishment. The half-burn up then peel skin. When he or she is set ablaze then his skin is peeled off even when he is still alive, that is the worst and the slowest way to die. He had lost thoughts of that before thinking of spying on his boss

It was a rather big tome covering many centuries of laws so I was thankful that one of the past kings had a Witch enchant it with a spell making it easier to relocate. I pulled out and opened the tome, skimming through the pages looking for a suitable punishment which I found as a change of role way. The willing victims would be able to punish the ones that abused them, though they will be using a punishment whip dipped in this Prides version of the Death’s Door poison.

“I thought so too but I think it is some kind of punishment from the moon goddess over the way I treated Lizzy.” I have put a lot of thought into this over the last couple of days. With the way that I felt about her, it should have been obvious that she was my mate. I could have used that knowledge to shower her with love and make her life better and yet I didn’t. I let my jealousy take over and I made her life a living hell for years. “That doesn’t sound right, I have heard of Alphas doing a lot worse,” “The difference is most of them don’t let the power go to their head until after they take over as Alpha. Way after they already have their wolf.”

He would handle it on his sickbed lies! “You will suffer externally,” I said. I spent the next hour slowly torturing him. His screams were all muffled, and Felix got tired of screaming. I turned one of his eyes blind, and I cut one of his legs from the knee down. It was inhumane of me, but I was going to keep him alive. But he can’t talk, see with one eye, or do anything with his legs or hands because I burned his body. The more he tries to use his powers, the more he has burns—extremely painful burns. I rendered him useless, hideous to look at, and without powers; that is a huge punishment for him. His hands are in pain; he won’t even be able to kill himself. Ironic.

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,

He glanced at Zanto and Francis, the eldest of the council. “What would you do if a man struck your wife?” Francis cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “It depends on the circumstances, but… exile is the usual punishment.” Zanto nodded. “A public flogging, at the very least.” Aster hummed. His grip on my waist tightened, as if weighing their words. Exile. Flogging. A lifetime of disgrace. Would that be enough? He looked down at me, at my tear-streaked face. My trembling hands. My red cheek.

Hayden said and I swear that I could see his eyes sparkling with evil. “No…you didn’t,” I mumbled as I stared back at him. “Usually in our mafia world, we punish people by cutting off a part of their body or removing an organ. Perhaps, you’ve seen something along those lines in the movies? It’s not very different really…” Hayden said casually. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” I muttered. “I wish I was. But I’m a gentleman, you see, and hurting women isn’t really my thing so I’ll adapt the punishment a little for your sake…and for mine as well,” Hayden said as a smile curved his lips sadistically.

Vyrelen said, holding up one finger as if he had just thought of something new, "we could bind him tightly to a chair and force him to watch illusions of everything he loves being destroyed over and over again. His daughter, his kingdom, his legacy, everything important to him. The illusions would feel completely real to him every single time, and every single time he would have to watch it all burn and crumble to dust while being unable to move or look away or close his eyes at all. And then it would reset and start again. And again. And again, getting worse and worse with each cycle." "Stop! Just stop talking!" Nasaria sobbed, covering both of her ears with her hands. "How can you say such

"We could turn this wretch into a paperweight." "What do you mean?" I asked, confused. Harry gave a slight smile, his eyes blazing. "First, we cut off his arms and legs, then carefully cut out his tongue, puncture his eardrums, and finish by ripping out his eyes. The only thing he’ll be able to do is smell his own shit." The way Cassian described the punishment made my blood run cold, and I understood that this wasn’t some nightmare I could wake from and forget. I felt a nervous tremor at the corner of my mouth in an incredulous smile of pure disbelief at what I was hearing.

Jace asked, a frown on his face, did he mean. "It is the punishment we reserve for the worst offenders," Damon said as he looked all of them in the eye, ensuring they understood the severity of the punishment. "When a member of the authority breaks our strictest laws, or they betray the authority, we burn them alive. When we said we would punish transgressors that break the accords, we weren't kidding" he said.