Tokyo Ghoul Torture の小説・ストーリー

The asshole squinted his eyes for a second before Aurora poured the liquid over his crouch. "AH! FUCK! FUCK!" Talking about torture... He screamed and writhed as the elixir melted the skin of his crotch, emitting a nasty smell and soft smoke. It was then I realized what it was. Acid. What. The. Fuck. So far, the wickedest I got was electrocuting someone's dick, but it seemed like she was out to break all my records. But, chemical burn? That shit was just plain cruel. And this pedophile and rapist got it all he deserved.

Lucas tried to remember when he got it. Nothing came. No hospital. No doctor. No pain. No blood. Just a blank space inside his head where the memory should have been. His fingers shook as he touched the scar again. This time, the pain came fast. It shot through his side and stole the strength from his knees. Lucas grabbed the sink, but his grip slipped, and he dropped to the cold bathroom floor with a small cry. The light above him seemed to grow brighter. Too bright. Too white. Then the bathroom disappeared.

As his men matched forward, he went to the trunk of the car, pulled it up, and looked down at her, as her blue eyes widened looking up at him, he saw her swallow, and as if on cue, her tears began to trail down her cheeks. "Awwn Tessa, we don't need your tears now," he sighed and bent down to her, tracing a gash he had made on her cheek last week to get a response from her sister, "all you do is pray Bonbon doesn't double cross me, else" he pushed his thumb into her injury and she cried into the cloth, "la Tortura potrebbe continuare finché sei vivo." —the torture might just go on for as long as you're alive.—

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ We lock eyes for the longest three seconds of my life. I almost shit myself when his gaze sweeps me over. From my head to my toes and back to my eyes. I feel like I’m being stripped naked with his mere gaze. Scratch that! I feel like I’m set ablaze with his gaze. Even the nerves in my body are too scared to flinch under his eye torture.

he asked him like he was trying to remember the scene. But in reality it was crystal clearly printed in his mind and that's why he was taking the torture slow. The more slow he will take the torture the more painful it will be for them and the more deadly his anger will turn. He don't want them to kill easily and make their death easily. It will be injustice to his Bella.

RALI "Do I have to force you?" "What are you going to do? Chain me to the chair and shove each spoon down my throat?" "Worse. But those are among." A stupid treacherous tear slipped down my cheek. I huffed as I swiped it away and crossed my arms. The monster just sat there, watching me, those grey eyes boring holes into my soul with all the patience of a bomb waiting to explode. My body still hurt from the torture he'd inflicted the previous night. Maybe I wasn't ready for more just yet.

He lunged for the bathroom to make himself throw up, but a sharp, searing pain had already erupted in his gut. "You crazy—" He gasped, barely forcing the words out. But Adeline just kept smiling—a cold, empty smile. She picked up the fruit knife from the coffee table and plunged it into his chest. Over and over. "Anyone who toys with a true heart deserves to die." When her strength gave out, she collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Dark, blood-red liquid spilled from her lips as she opened her mouth. Then she fell still. Her eyes stayed open, staring at nothing.

He fisted her, stretching her beyond limits. Hinata's eyes rolled back as if she would give up the ghost soonest, her mouth open but no sound was heard only salivating and drooling like she was having seizures. “See how you took it all…that's why I love fucking men…you bitches ain't worth any shit…but I do enjoy torturing your pretty fragile souls”. Hinata was on an edge to give up. She couldn't even shout out, but her weak red eyes were yelling out for help. Angela couldn't watch. It was horrible.

The burn on my skin is sudden, and I let out a bloodcurdling scream. This does not stop him. He gives a sinister smile, pulls his arm back, and whips me again. Another raw scream tears from my throat. He does not stop. He continues his torture as if he were playing a game, each strike giving him the utmost satisfaction. After countless lashes, my throat is dry, my eyes are swollen, and I am barely standing beneath the beam. I am too tired to cry or scream. My head hangs in defeat. Cole, seemingly finished with his torture, gestures to the girls.