Tokyo Ghoul Torture Novels & Stories

It was time for round two, and this round would not be a quickie. After torturing for hours, I was barely functioning anymore, hanging on by caffeine and desperation. Torture wasn’t giving me the same enjoyment it normally did. Their screams echoed off the walls, but it may as well have just been static. The process was a means to an end. I mechanically cut off finger after finger, toe after toe, as if I was following a checklist.

Jericho grew impatient, and with a cruel intention, he chose a painful form of torture that the assassin couldn't bear. Jericho's hands moved swiftly, causing great pain to the assassin. He used a torture rod on the wounded man's body. Yet, despite the excruciating pain, the assassin remained defiant. With every scream that echoed through the desolate building, his refusal only grew stronger. Frustration and anger surged through Jericho's veins, consuming him. In a fit of rage, he unleashed a final, deadly blow upon the assassin. The assassin's life abruptly ended, his body falling lifelessly to the floor.

He was about to say something when Zachary laughed all of a sudden. “Did you know? Soheila gave mild torture to the people who ambushed us.” He said as he smiled innocently. “She just pulled out their eyes and forced them to eat it. How mild is it?” He glanced at the 'Jacks' who had a pale complexion. “Of course, that's mild torture. The most exciting part was... ” Hector looked at Jackarie from head to toe and smirked when his eyes landed on his private part. “She ordered someone to sliced off their private part and she cooked it.”

I'm sick and tired of coming here again and again and these little insect-like vampires aren't opening their mouths. "Use the knives." I order the torturers. The torturers threw the wooden sticks and picked up the knives. I hear screams and cries as they start to torture them. Their fingers are being chopped off, their skin is peeling down slowly and deeply. They are dying here, they are in immense pain but still they aren't ready to reveal anything. "Stop." I ordered, bored of hearing their filthy screams. The torturer stops. How much brainwashed these artificial vampires are. But I'm not less determined to find out what I want to know.

I glanced at the guards who understood what I meant and immediately gagged him ignoring his struggles and placed a wet towel over his face and dumped a bucket of cold water over his face while he struggled. I walked towards the table which held all the torture tools and ran my fingers through them with a cold expression. “You see, Glenn, you touched someone of mine and now I have to show you why I'm not to thriffled with.” I picked up the electric plier and zapped him with it while he trembled due to the shock but I didn't stop there. The guards dumped more water on his face and I increased the voltage to 200 watts and I zapped him with it once again and this time he convulsed violently.

To add to their suffering the room is going to flicker from blinding light to pitch black darkness so after this first episode they will only be able to feel what is happening to them never see exactly what goes on. To add to the pain, they will be physically whipped, the whip I have chosen has shards of glass encased in it, designed to tear the flesh off their bodies by the time the week is over they will be begging for death. To make matters worse I will have the guards leave glasses of blood around the room, they will be able to smell it but not drink it, to stop them from passing out they will have a drop of blood twice a day to keep their senses sharp enough to stop the pain from dullin

“Be careful what you wish for” The hoist with the silver cuffs lowers down from the ceiling yet again I’m cuffed and hung up from the hoist by my arms. The torture trolley is wheeled down and they get right to work today I’m whipped, stabbed and had my toe cut off with a cigar cutter I can see it really is hurting chase and his close to cracking Conrad looks on without saying a word his face unreadable knowing his a demon I’m sure as hell his enjoying this as much as the two warriors inflicting the pain.

I’m calm, filled with the need to hurt the one who ripped my family apart. We keep him alive for hours, and he is tortured over and over. His screams do nothing but make me smile. I have removed his fingers, his toes, teeth. He has been water boarded, electrocuted, castrated. I’m wearing more blood than clothes right now. I don’t care. He has sang like a canary; he is barely alive. I have everything that I need now. It was all recorded and it will be sent to Curtis and Valentina. I grab a knife and approach him.

Now he is writhing in pain whilst clutching his hand. "Honestly, I thought you would have learned from the first guy out there. But it seems like you guys are arrogant and thick-headed as well. I pity you. As you can see, I work out and my body is way too fit for you to slap at will. You only hurt yourself in the process." None of them respond. All they give me are death stares. Soon after I finished speaking, Ghoul takes out a bunch of needles. The first thing that comes to my mind is that he wants to give me some sort of acupuncture.

I say and he turns to leave but stops then looks at me. “What is it?” He swallows. “Yuri?” he questions. “He can wait, I have things too, and I will call him when I am done,” I tell him then go back to the cold room. The stench of blood is thick in here and for the first time, I am not bothered. The chunks of flesh I cut off from the man I was torturing still decorated the floor, while the guys are taking out the rest of him. I am worried that each time I do this, I lose a part of my soul and it scares me because it doesn’t bother me as much now.