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، هكذا تأوه أحدهم. مارسوا الجنس معي بعنفٍ أكبر، مستخدمين جسدي كدمية. قام جاكس والرجل ذو الشعر الداكن بضرب فرجي معًا بينما استخدم الآخرون فمي وصدري. ملأت الأنين والهمهمات المكان وهم يسعون وراء لذتهم.

جسده ضخم ومشوّه، وكأنه مكوّن من عدة أجساد ملتصقة ببعضها. جلده أسود متشقق. ومخالبه طويلة وحادة بشكل مرعب. أما وجهه… فلم يكن يشبه أي شيء حي. شهقت هرلين بخوف. بينما همس زاك بصدمة: — “مسخ الأرواح…”

“Do-do-don’t, do-do-don’t dddddddddddd- dddddddddddd-, p-p-p-p-p.” My breath caught in my chest, strangling the words as I desperately tried to force them out. I didn’t know if Darrien could understand me, or if he cared to in this state. I’d been a fool when I’d asked to see his wolf. My stupid human curiosity was going to get me killed. I sobbed, unable to bite it back in time, violent trembling took over my body as terror finished seeping its way through my very core. A soft breeze ruffled my hair. A remorseful sigh filtered through my thoughts. The drying spittle was wiped from my face, along with my tears.

His words hung heavy in the air, taunting Donovan's wounded pride. Fuelled by his rage, Donovan unleashed a torrent of blows upon the old man, his fists raining down with a primal ferocity. Pain and desperation etched themselves onto the old man's face, his pleas for mercy falling upon deaf ears. Unbeknownst to Donovan, a hidden observer had captured the brutal scene on video, immortalizing his violent outburst.

In that moment, she was the embodiment of wrath and vengeance, a force to be reckoned with. The scene was both horrifying and mesmerizing, a testament to Freya’s dark powers and her willingness to use them without hesitation. The bandits, once eager to commit heinous acts, now paid the price for their malevolence. As they writhed in agony, their violent intentions were met with a brutal and fitting punishment.

He would make sure they were subjected through the exact same pain they had caused Francia, but in a hundred–folds. He would make sure that they gritted their teeth in pain and taste the bitterness of remourse. So that in their next fucked–up, miserable life, they wouldn't dare touch the anything or anyone that belonged to him, Alpha Ragnar Dreadmore. Be it male or female, he was going to find them. And the unlucky bastard was going to fucking pay. Mark his words.

he coughed blood. “Look at yourself, motherfucker!” Killian’s chest rose and fell. His head cocked like a madman, then he kicked him hard. “You think this is pain?” Killian hissed in a dead voice. “This is only the first breath of hell. I’ll carve every scream out of your filthy carcass before you even dream of death.” Killian’s eyes sharpened at the half-dead man under his feet. “Picture every horrible torture you can imagine because that’s exactly what’s coming for you!”

He was rough, merciless, driven by anger. “You wanted it, didn’t you?” he accused harshly, driving deeper into me with even more brutality, stretching me to the full. I could barely breathe. I gasped through tears, forcing myself to endure it, my eyes shut tightly against the torment, as my body bounced forcefully with the intensity of his drive. He was feral, lost in rage, moving with no compassion, only fierceness. I whimpered, but he growled, “You don’t scream.” His warning was cold and heartless. “Any more screams from you…”

That bored look on his face was even more insulting. "You know what? You are a dick Dexter Black," she shouted in his face yet that infuriating look on his face never once lifted. As Anelia watched the scene unfold in her gaze. Sasha, as she had gathered was her name, was shouting some rather disturbing words, flailing her hands about as she went at it. Anelia watched him closely. She somehow hoped he'd be human a little and break. She'd prayed he would display a little bit of humanity and show this woman some sympathy at least.