Tokyo Ghoul Torture Novels & Stories

Based on his information he knew tortures would take place in the basement beneath the house, while the guards run to go gaze at the disturbing noise, he slide in down unto the basement…. Kira turned her head to the side, gazing at the lifeless body of her husband, she was glancing at Renji pointing the gun at her husband before, glancing back and forth, yelling No but the words didn't seem to get into his head as he put 3 holes in her husband's chest. It became too horror looking for her that she lost her voice, she couldn't even scream as it felt like her body was going numb. This was the first time she was experiencing something like this and being tortured for something that her husband

Blood gushes from the wound down to my hips, soaking my shredded shirt. “Not so tough now, are you?” Lycena taunts, laughing and kicking at my legs. Thanox slashes me again, and this time, it's my chest. The cuts are deep and are leaving burning wounds that refuse to close. More blood pours out, hot and sticky as the brutal torture continues. It’s endless. Just when I start to feel like he might tone it down a bit, he changes it up. Blood drips down the corner of my mouth as his claws dig deeper into me, and now, I hear his voice inside my head.

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

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.

The torture officially began. A machine was brought inside the room. Soon, the man's howl could be heard all across the dungeon. Muntaha alternated between electrocuting and drowning him. The painful screams only motivated to hurt the man more. It was music to his ears until the man cried no more.

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.

At one point, she was so certain he was clawing at her bones. "Please... No! Don't touch me!" The man growled, claws sinking further into her flesh. Maya was frozen with fear as those sharp teeth flashed across her face. 'She's done for. This is where she dies.' The pain was blinding. And a part of Maya had already accepted her fate, death at the hands of a ghoul.