Tokyo Ghoul Torture Novels & Stories

The Dark Wolverson Pack’s Gamma and forces will take him over at the airport. At least I unleashed my pent-up raw rage on him before strapping him up in auto restraints for transport. Broken bones, decapitated fingers, amputated legs, and using solar guns to fry selective body parts were included in the method of torture. As long as the High Council gets Ector alive, there is no harm in doing some damage to him.

Still, out of the hundred-plus people he could control, he had to release the others and focus on that one who knew how to hack! 'So f*ckin painful!' He howled internally from feeling like his skull was not only being split, but that his brain itself was being smashed and cut into pieces. All over he was feeling uncomfortable for his blood started to seep out of his body, making him look so hideous. Considering that, how could he be feeling good? The torture was no less than what Sandro Smith made him go through four years ago. Bathory was an even scarier opponent than Sandro. To the point that all Eithan could hope for was not a slim chance of victory, but survival.

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?”

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.

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.”

His scream echoed in the empty warehouse, a sound that filled the cracks in my soul with something dark and that felt too damn good. I stood up, rolling my wrist, feeling the satisfying sting shoot up my arm. Dario chuckled behind me. “Yeah… you haven’t lost your touch.” I ignored him, cracking my knuckles as I crouched down again. The man was sobbing now, his body trembling. I leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re going to feel a fraction of what she did, and if you think begging is going to stop me… you’re dead wrong.” I removed my black leather gloves with unhurried precision, tossing them onto a nearby table covered in an array of torture devices.

NOEL'S POV With a swift motion, I plunged the scalpel into Logan's thighs, drawing a scream from the bound Alpha. The scalpel was not an ordinary one, it was laced with wolf's bane, a deadly poison that weakens and inflicts pains on wolves. As a matter of fact, all the torture tools were laced with one deadly poison or the other. I ignored the sound, my focus solely on inflicting as much pain as possible on Logan. As the torture continued, I could feel Gertrude's eyes on me as he watched the sadistic side of me come to the forefront. I bet he couldn't believe what he was seeing, but he knew better than to intervene. He was just a head after all.

Lucas and Zoe became infamous overnight. The university punished Lucas, while Zoe ended up hospitalized from her injuries. It was the same familiar hospital ward. Last time, Lucas promised her the world from this bed. This time, Zoe lay there, bruised and battered. Lucas broke down in tears when he saw her in bed. “Honey, I don’t even know how I lost control. I didn’t mean it! You have to forgive me!” Zoe clutched her injuries. “Do you know how much it hurts? You don't, because you're not the one injured!"

She grabbed Selene by instinct, and Selene pulled her into a protective embrace, shifting her own body between Taffy and the entrance. The creatures stared with hollow, lifeless, blank eyes. One of them crawled forward—and the moment its hand touched the soil inside the burrow, it sizzled. Its arm rippled as if something was burning beneath the skin. Then it cracked, broke apart, and collapsed into ash. The ghoul shrieked—a sound so sharp it made Taffy’s ears ring—as it rolled away in agony. The others twitched and clicked, gathering at the entrance. Their shadows swallowed what little light remained, but none of them dared to cross into the burrow.

I mechanically cut off finger after finger, toe after toe, as if I was following a checklist. I shoved a knife into one of the culprits’ eye sockets, scooping his eye out as best I could. It was a messy job, with eyeball coming out in pieces as I cut bits of it out. “Sooner you tell me where my mate was taken, the sooner the torture stops,” I said. “I don’t know,” the asshole cried, wailing, begging for me to stop. “Wrong answer.” I shoved my blade into his stomach, reopening a wound that was healing.