All Chapters of My Tormentor : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Isabella slowly entered inside the room which was in the corner of the hall. She gulped slowly and took kitten steps inside the room. She wanted to turn back and run away from there as soon as she saw four men sitting infront of her including the one who called her here, staring in her soul with their predatory gazes. She regretted her decision of coming here alone. Two men were sitting on the bed their while two were sitting on the couch man spreading their legs. Isabella snapped her gaze on the floor like it was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. Suddenly she heard the voice of door creaking and turned her head back. Her eyes widened watching an another man standing behind the door and now he has closed the door. How come she didn't noticed him? Was he hiding somewhere? Why did he closed the door? Isabella moved her gaze in the room being alert finding more presence in the room but there was none besides her and these five scary men staring in her soul more precisely on her bo

Isabella almost left hope at this point. She didn't expected more that someone will come and save her now. No one wants her that's why they didn't came to save her at time. She wanted these men to stop now but only if she knew their real intentions towards her which they didn't started yet but soon they will proceed with it. The man again hit the belt in her feet making her to scream out but her crying get into deaf ears. She pleaded and pleaded and pleaded but no one of them stopped him. The man keep hitting her with belt earning screams and cries from her. She understood that these men were enjoying her agony. She wanted to be saved their from her nothing more she wants in her life now. The man threw the belt on the floor after satisfied with his work. He admired the wounds and cuts caused by his leather belt on her soft, milky skin. Blood was oozing out of them. He held her elbow in his iron grip and lifted up her limping body from the floor. She was looking almost lifeless. She

Nicholas immediately went to closet and discarded his clothes. He pulled out a T-shirt and a trouser from his closet, immediately wearing them. He literally ran out of his closet not wanting to leave her for a single moment now. He don't want her to be disappear from his sight. He lifted the duvet from the bed making himself to lay down beside her on the bed and tucking both of them inside the duvet. He has so many things to deal with but his first priority was Isabella. He scooted her closet to his body radiating heat to her body. If it was a normal day she would have fight with him and showed tantrums in being close to him in the same bed. But today she was quiet, so much quiet to his liking. He wants to hear her blabber again like she always does. He wants her to fight with him for taking her in his room without her consent. He wanted her to protest against his every single action like she always does and defies him at every single thought. But she was silent. Silently staring a

Is she doing right? She didn't knew anything but she don't want face anyone either with this ugly face. Her hands trembled with the thought which was running in her mind. Can she do this? No! Do she have to do this? Yes! She can't be a burden anymore if she will get out of this room today then everyone in the mansion have to show her pity and sympathy if they don't even want to and she don't want that either. And she don't even want to live where everyone will look at her either like a poor victim or a criminal. Her hands started shaking and her breathing turned sharp but she didn't care anymore. She took the blade near to her wrist and tightly closed her eyes shutting them from the horrible scene. She glided the blade at her wrist with a force slitting her wrists. Blood started oozing out immediately from the cuts but she didn't stopped. She kept gliding gye blade at her wrist deeply making deep wounds. When she was satisfied with the cuts she threw the blade somewhere and numbly

All the patience from Nicholas's body broke out and he saw nothing but red. He strode towards the frustrated man and punched him straight in his face. He keep raining punches on him repeatedly. His nose started bleeding and bruises formed all over his face. He whimpered but Nicholas didn't stop. He punched and punched and punched. His whole face turned purple and blue due to getting so much punches on his face. Nicholas keep going until his face completely battered and his face started bleeding from different places. Nicholas breathed heavily and his knuckles bruised but still he wasn't satisfied. He will make this men beg to him for their dear life and still he will not spare them. He went back to the table and picked up a cordless drill making those men gulp in fear. They shook their heads in denial vigourly but it didn't stop Nicholas's feet. He stood in front of them and turned on the machine making their eyes widened. He started to drill the holes at the back of their palms one