Tokyo Ghoul Torture Novels & Stories

Sharon gasps as the sight of the girl’s bottom which is a dark red color evidently from the torture inflicted by Gordon, Sharon puts her right hand on her mouth to mute her cry as tears stream down her cheek. Visibly, Gordon does not care about the well being of the girl, he just wants to hurt her and he is doing everything he can to keep hurting her. He is using the girl to sustain his euphoria, squatting down to check her bruises and when the girl miss to count number 39, he turns to go to a drawer, Sharon sees the excitement and pleasure evident on his face, for tormenting the girl. Sharon stands at the door, looking straight at him through the mirror. She does not know why, but she wants

He had a bad smell of thick sweat, blood and old piss. “You better be worth my time, punk.” The boy whimpered, confused. “I-I don’t know anything! I swear! Please!” I don’t know any Katarina or anything about any debt. “ Giordano stepped into the torture room. A smirk on his face. The room had a long metal table. There were Chains and Hooks. Rusted tools and the Smell of bleach and dried blood. His boots echoed loudly on the floor. He grabbed the boy by the hair and yanked his head back. “Where is she?”

His soul was in pain. I extended my claws and tore away his black t-shirt, letting the tatters fall to the ground. I carved a circle in the middle of his chest with my nail, deep enough to engrave it in his body and make him bleed. Rivulets of blood rolled down his chest and abdomen. A dark and twisted scream left his mouth again, his head rolled back, and his body shuddered and writhed and started twisting at odd angles. It was horrifying to watch him like that. I hadn't ever seen anything like it.

FOR! I shot him in the other shoulder, he screamed in pain even more. I pour the acid on his wounds making him scream again.''I stick the head of the gun in his anus, he screams in pain, he even lost his voice from screaming. ''That is good? Y ' all like raping people so much, you can't stand torture.''I commented laughing. I look at Lorenzo, his eyes glitter with fear. As soon as he notices my gaze, I blink at him. I shoot him several times in the anus, until the gun discharges. I throw the gun to the ground and look for the next victim.''Heitor hands me another folder.

Wheezing, coughing, and wringing like a worm on the ground, I drill my fiery demonic aura to afflict her with my minute punishment. The Ghoul steps aside to prep the Darkling after I’ll be done with her. I manipulate her quaking body onto its knees while muting her excruciating cries of unimaginable pain as I fumble with her innards with my mind alone. “This is merely an appetizer. Three seconds is all you get before I start the actual torture session” I thunder extremely cooly that the entire place shakes from my corrosive aura choking her. The witch Hacks endlessly, and I permit the lift of my little finger to give her airways a chance.

Then, a heavy velvet curtain in the corner was ripped away. Kan. He was naked, his arms stretched wide and chained to a vertical rack. His back was a map of fresh, oozing welts. A man stood behind him holding a flogger tipped with wormwood splinters. With a casual flick, the torturer laid another stripe across Kan’s kidneys. Kan’s body jerked, a muffled groan escaping his throat as his head lolled forward. Seeing Kan’s blood on the floor made something inside Timothy snap. The "ghost" didn't just wake up; it roared.

I grabbed the scalpel again, dragging it slowly across his chest, as I carved letters into his flesh: MINE. When I was satisfied, I stepped back. My chest was heaving at this point and blood coated my hands. I should have worn gloves. Fuck. I tossed the scalpel onto the floor with a clatter and made my way to the table, grabbing wipes as I cleaned my hands thoroughly. Then I walked to the door of the basement, facing it as Tomas wore my shirt on me. I felt icky—the same way I always felt after every torture session. “Take care of him,” I told Tomas as I grabbed my jacket, “and I want his ten fingers wrapped in a gift box. You know the one.”

The rage within me was unquenchable, burning through my veins as I tried to stomach the betrayal. An hour later, just past midnight, I stepped into the warehouse. Oliver dangled precariously over a chair, suspended above a massive vat of thick, black, boiling goo. He was blindfolded. I smirked. Honestly, I had no fucking clue what the Yakuza were thinking. Their torture methods are... different. Pretty fucked up too. His screams echoed off the walls as he begged Ying to let him down. His jeans were soaked. The fucker pissed himself.

She didn’t mean to worry Tania, but the middle-aged woman had already panicked and called Alex to take them to the hospital. *** “Sir, it’s been over an hour and they still haven’t said a word.” Dorotheus greeted his master’s arrival after Nightroe had finished some business. Now, in an old warehouse; the torture began in the most agonizing way until screams of agony echoed loudly. Nightroe sat calmly, watching as a man dressed as a doctor was flayed with a knife. “Do you want to say something, or should I finish this torture with my own hands? You know that if it really comes to that, it’ll end much worse.”