Tokyo Ghoul Torture Novels & Stories

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.

He fisted her, stretching her beyond limits. Hinata's eyes rolled back as if she would give up the ghost soonest, her mouth open but no sound was heard only salivating and drooling like she was having seizures. “See how you took it all…that's why I love fucking men…you bitches ain't worth any shit…but I do enjoy torturing your pretty fragile souls”. Hinata was on an edge to give up. She couldn't even shout out, but her weak red eyes were yelling out for help.

"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.

I turned and spotted an axe attached to a log on the ground. I walked towards it with tears overflowing from my eyes. It's time I left for good and escape the torture. I held the axe and kept trying to remove it till it finally budged. I tied a rope to it's handle and threw the other end of the rope over a branch on a tree. I stood at a position where it would hit right through my chest and then pushed the axe with force. I closed my eyes and waited to feel the excruciating pain that would occur due to the axe's force against my heart.

so it's okay maybe? Howard shakes his head. No, no, no! How can torture be good even if it's implied on criminals? Howard keeps walking around to remove the impact of Lily on him. Bill enters the room where he sees Gokon tied down with a rake and his body is full of iron nails. He damages the shape of his face in disgust and then goes near Howard. Howard is also looking aside to escape such an awesome scenario. " She used all?? Isn't this the last method of her torture book?" Bill asks with a weird reaction on his face. Half disgust and half laughing. Eyebrows frowned.

“Let me remind you—since you seem to have forgotten—I am your superior, and you will treat me as such!” The tension crackled between them like static electricity. Hound stood his ground, but suddenly, the tattoos on his face began to burn. Not a physical heat, but a searing pain that tore through his very soul. The invisible tear-shaped marks he had once chosen now glowed as if etched with fire. He staggered, clawing at his face, his wails of agony echoing in the lair. The burning sensation spread across his body, unbearable and relentless. His legs buckled, and with one final scream, he collapsed.

and from escape. The Ghoul with the busted arm and shredded face, didn’t stand a chance as Mantilo eviscerated its chest cavity with fangs and teeth. While Lander and at least six other Leopards cracked its bones, ripped off is flesh and tore open its head. The Ghoul giggled until the gurgle of death and a fountain of blood was all that was left to be heard or seen.

The woman screamed and more when he began his torture, he put a rag in her mouth and pulled out her hair pulling it out and pulling it out, the woman suffered a lot, then he hit her face and the rest of her body, he whipped her with the belt until she bled, her screams could be heard drowned by the rag, until finally he grabbed her bleeding head and hit her mercilessly against the ground breaking it and killing her, full of blood he got up and kicked her body saying "You already paid motherfucker, you fucking bitch, that man is missing, why the fuck didn't he go somewhere else, he had to do it there... but he said that... he drugged him... bah it's his fault anyway, hey you're done with thos