Tokyo Ghoul Torture Novels & Stories

The man pulled my hands behind the pillar, and my humerus cracked. He fastened my lower hand with a thick rope, almost clasping my elbow, burying deep into my skin. Tillard sat back in the chair, enjoying the moment. My gaze remained on the floor, monitoring their movements. “Get me the tools," Giovanni low voice scared me more. I've witnessed him torture people – cutting off their fingers and bruising their tongues till their point of death. I didn't know which tool he wanted to use. Worse. He wanted to erase my existence more than life had. I preferred a gun shot, and everything would end all at once – the pain and cries. And then silence – I'd finally be at peace. I'd disappear from the l

"Struggling to fill your lungs You'll suffocate within this world you hate and There is nothing that you can do" My legs glowed with power as I kicked the Tiger in the face! I summon all the smoke from my other illusion to gather around the Tiger and stayed there. The tiger soon starts suffocating. The Lion and the Jaguar took the opportunity to attack me. The Lion punched my helmet which made me a little disorientated while the Jaguar punches my gut. I fall backward but keep myself standing as I shook my head trying to get myself focused. Fu*k! Now you done it! ( Song: Tokyo Ghoul Asphyxia)

I stood up and approached the door. “He is getting very skilled in this stuff.” Kendrick added, following me towards the cellar. “It has become more of his hobby.” Orson smirked, tagging him along. The torture chamber was dark, as expected, filled with the pungent smell of vampire ash. Two rogues were laying motionless over the icy surface, closing their eyes. Kendrick smirked, watching their sunburned skin. Waylen must have thrown them under morning sunlight when they didn’t speak, even though he broke their limbs. One missing his hand and another leg, they were crumbled into ashes all over. The second rogue’s half body was burned entirely, powering it into a black ash.

After what he did to Ciara, he deserved endless torture. Ghost was known for his bloody, menacing torture skills. He was top-notch, and that's why Don Carianno always reserved his skills for the bigger picture, the do-or-die missions. And Ghost has never failed to do a great job. Pulling the trigger was always an easier way out for his enemies. But torture? Now that was what he found more thrilling. Scraping out their fucking flesh until they're down to their bones and yelling for death. Chopping off each little finger and chunking them down their throats, and slicing up each part of their body until they're covered with their measly blood. That was the thrill of his job. It was the thrill o

Freya screamed, crying painfully as she hugs the deceased body. *** Game's screams filled the torture room, as hot rubber metal was used on him. He was stacked naked and the droplets of hot rubber wax kept dropping on his bare skin. He already had sores all over and it was as if he was already in hell, paying for his sins. Axton entered the torture room and throws the head of Jailbird and a transparent Nylon containing Ambrosia's body particles at 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.

(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 other moles can help me identify their colleagues, but as for Bianca and her lover, I need them for something else entirely, I am going to torture them separately and I will get them talking in no time. When Bethany left, I paid a visit to Bianca and her murderous lover. I have a special cell that I use in carrying out this type of torture. It is a brightly lit room that has a huge thick glass in the middle. The glass serves as a demarcation, and it is thick enough to block out all sounds, so the two rooms a soundproof. You could see what is happening in the other room but you can’t hear what is being said. I had them strapped to a barbed wire, with a high current passing through it. The

The torture video played on the small screen like a scene from the deepest pits of hell, Marcus’s face twisted with cruel focus as he extracted information from Vee in a dimly lit room. Elara’s breath seized in her throat, the brutal images searing into her mind with merciless clarity. The tech heir’s methods were savage, his questions sharp as blades while Vee’s pleas echoed through the speakers. Horror flooded the hideout, wrapping around everyone present like invisible chains that tightened with each passing second.