Tokyo Ghoul Torture Novels & Stories

"Hmmmmm," "Feel this? Sooner or any minute or hours, this would go down and drill your ass hard till it bleeds. Mind you, it would take me hours before I bust so, get ready and be used to it. This will be the only dick that will fuck you till eternity, Keatton. If any dick would then prepare yourself the same as the guy who'll put his dick inside you. My torture room is open for anyone and they can cry there for mercy but no one will show or give to them,"

I want her to feel like I will do anything to get her to talk so that she starts giving me information just to save herself. “Please, Luna, let me have some of her.” Ghost is playing his part perfectly; he sounds like he’s begging for the best-tasting food he’s ever had. “It's been so long since I had such a nice treat.” He even licks his lips and moans into Harmon’s ear for added effect; I’ll have to remember to thank Ghost for his assistance in this new torture. “Wait!” Harmon tries to push out of his grip but Ghost has a tight hold of her so she barely even wiggles against his chest.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

Half of her blood must have accumulated there in the last ten minutes. Over the next two alarms, London understood what prolonged torture felt like. Initially, it was tough to cope with. However, as her body grew more sensitive to the sensations, it came to convince itself that pain was pleasure. She learned to appreciate it more despite the uncontrollable shaking and screaming. Snot and tears ran down her pretty face, and London knew she was utterly wrecked, but she couldn't stop now. She’d come so far, and it wasn’t that tough to endure the ten-minute long vibrating session.

It was designed to shatter me into nothing. The final was dubbed the Gate of Torment. It was the lowest pit of Hell. Everything was either dead or in a constant state of decay. This was where the things of nightmares truly loved to play. I was their favorite chew toy. Whatever damage I incurred while asleep carried over to my body because it was the marvelous beauty of Hell. The cuts, scars, and damage were permanently etched onto my real body. They were great reminders of my new fucking reality.

Wheezing, coughing, and wringing like a worm on the ground, I drill my fiery demonic aura to afflict her with my minute punishment. The Ghoul steps aside to prep the Darkling after I’ll be done with her. I manipulate her quaking body onto its knees while muting her excruciating cries of unimaginable pain as I fumble with her innards with my mind alone. “This is merely an appetizer. Three seconds is all you get before I start the actual torture session” I thunder extremely cooly that the entire place shakes from my corrosive aura choking her. The witch Hacks endlessly, and I permit the lift of my little finger to give her airways a chance.

The mirror me shrieked and fell down, quickly scrambling onto his back as he looked towards Toru. "T-Toru! Please don't do this!" He begged him, backing up on his hands as Toru started to corner him against a tree. Toru's ears flicked and his little fox form leapt at me, crashing into my chest and tearing into my throat in anger, ripping it out and then started to tear at my chest with a snarl as my body fell limp against the tree, crying out in pain and terror as the light began to fade away from my eyes with every bit of blood that poured from my body.

"Yes, the first one, that one there, Zeca, he tortured him before killing him to make him say the name of the mastermind." Túlio went over to Zeca's body and noticed that Cannibal had really tortured him. Six fingers were missing from the man's hand, his mouth had been sliced open from one side to the other, and one eye was hanging out of its socket. The others had been shot in the head and chest, and Túlio wondered if he still had enough bullets to continue his revenge, as the bodies strewn about looked like a sieve. "He took two machine guns and a rifle. He almost killed us so that we would give him the weapons."

chuckled an elderly vampire seated in the center of the row of chairs across from him. Tatyana looked at the elderly vampire carefully. She’d never seen he before and assumed he was a relatively new recruit. “Just think of it as a type of Sushi without the seaweed and rice,” Gyozo added. A wail of horror unexpectedly passed Tatyana’s lips before she was able to regain control. She’d seen a lot of things in her years of captivity, but never had she seen something as appalling and barbaric as this. She wanted to run and keep on running.

His body trembles like a reflex for all the torture I have been putting him through, almost like he’s come to fear my presence, and that fills me with a dark thrill. “Fuck you,” he spits out, but I couldn’t be bothered by it while my eyes circle him as I need to be careful on how I torture him because he’s barely hanging onto life, which I don’t want that. Carlo Graco is made of steel too because no ordinary man would have survived that long torture. My gaze stops at the stitched slash in his stomach that Gareth came to fix just yesterday. An idea lights up in my head, sending a burst of adrenaline through me.