Tokyo Ghoul Torture Novels & Stories

He found no strength to express his pain, so he just groaned. “Please, I’m begging you,” she cried, “Let him go.” T-Murek forced his arm through the cavity in Sinclair’s chest. More blood spilled. Sinclair cried out in pain, his eyes wildly open. He pulled Sinclair’s arteries out of his chest while looking at Rebecca, a cocky smile on his lips. The grin on T-Murek’s face showed he enjoyed every bit of the torture. Sinclair uttered a breathless gasp, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open. Rebecca whimpered as she moved her hand to cover her mouth, watching T-Murek pull on his viscera. A thin line of tears flowed from her eyes at such revolting sight.

The sight alone made several people recoil. Tora gritted his teeth as he explained, "This was from the Blood Ghoul. And in return, I drove my blade straight into its chest. But it didn't flinch—not even a little. If I hadn't dodged fast enough, that thing would've ripped my heart out."

“I can’t . . . control it. I’m sorreh . . . ” His voice became a low-pitched, incomprehensible mumble. “S-s-urreh . . . ” His bones crunched as his body ruptured. His cheek swelled into a tumor, squeezing his eye. “Sughghh!” He let out a choking sound before chunky red vomit dribbled out from his mouth. His hands twisted into claws, which he used to tear through his shirt, and then his chest. One oversized claw reached out to us. The other continued to slice through his body like a bouquet of knives. His body had been transformed into a device of self-torture.

And the enforcer even took a step back and didn't know if he should attack anymore. Jackson crouched low to the ground, baring his teeth and snarling. The enforcer took one more step back, but it wasn't enough. Jackson lurched off the ground and straight onto the enforcer and started clawing at him. The enforcer was screaming while Jackson ripped his arm from his body and this his other arm. That was symbolic. Because he used his hands and arms to torture us the other night. And that's what he used to torture everyone. But in one last movement, he grabbed the man's throat in his mouth and ripped his head clean off of his body.

(Trigger Warning: This chapter features intense and graphic scenes of mafia-style torture, including brutal physical violence, blood, mutilation, and psychological coercion aimed at extracting a confession. The content is grotesque, explicit, and unflinching in its depiction of human suffering. If you are sensitive to extreme violence or gore, please proceed with caution or skip this chapter.) Thorne POV The moment the cold water hit his face, Caleb jerked up with a gasp, eyes wild, choking on air. He blinked through the water dripping down his face, chest heaving like a cornered animal. His wrists were tied to the chair, ankles bound tight.

The red LED light flashed green, and the metal gate responded with a low reverberating hum before the mechanical gears inside whirred and slid open. The images of Cara’s body covered with blood filled his head, making his rage shot through the peak of his rage, yet he remained calm and collected. Oubliette, that room means torture. Whoever this bastard running this place will surely have a special space in hell where he could suffer for eternity.

He screamed in pain, Tokelo did the same to the one in front of his but he cut off his ear. “Who is working with you?” asked Thabiso again but the guys did not answer. Tokelo took the cigar cutter and cut two fingers from the man in front of him, screams filled the room as questions were being asked and more body parts being cut. This went on for some time since they were not talking, that was until Tokelo called for acid to be brought over, even then the guys did not talk.

The torture started slow. He began with the serum... the same black poison that had killed Daniel and Thane. A rogue held my arm steady... though the chains already did that... and Jade injected it into my vein. Fire exploded through my blood... worse than silver twisting my insides like knives. I arched against the bed... teeth gritted refusing to scream. My Lynix healing fought it... pushing back the corruption, but it hurt... goddess... it hurt. Across the bars... Zeph roared... straining against his chains. “Stop! You bastard... stop!”

she breathed out the words heavily, the urgency in her voice made me pick my pace towards the training room. I got there to see Zen on the floor, writhing in pain. I accessed him with my eyes, four of his fingers were broken, his face had dry blood on them with more on his face and head. It's difficult to figure out if he's bleeding from his head or if he has a cut on his face.

It's even louder than my screams for help. I close my eyes as tight as I can and brace myself for what's about to happen. Gold tooth rams himself into my virginal channel. Blaze and I scream from the blinding pain. We shatter what's left of the windows. A chandelier falls; tiny crystals shatter across the floor. My body is spit in two with the ripping burning pain. Blaze and I cry out with each of Gold tooth's punishing thrusts into my body. I wish I could say that when Gold tooth was done with me; the torture would end and they would leave. But the torture gets worse.