Torture Novels & Stories

My body and my personal choice being taken away from me by force. I have been enduring psychological torture since I have arrived here, the constant hands touching me are nothing compared to the psychological torture I am suffering, I have earbuds on playing constant sounds of crying babies keeping me awake and from time to time the sounds stop and I am allowed to sleep for a few minutes and then the torture continues. I am sleep deprived, my head hurts and my body, well I stopped felling my body as a way of disassociating from the constant hands touching my breasts and my pussy.

Ten of 'em. " You know, Umberto," I said quietly. " In the future, there'd be a show called Game of thrones." Umberto's voice was weak and shaky. " Huh?" I continued. " While Game of Thrones is nothing but a fictional show, one scene I can perfectly remember is straight out of a historical medieval dungeon. Several forms of rat torture have existed throughout history, but they all involve two things: the human body and a rat’s astonishing ability to chew through almost anything. A popular method of rat torture entailed placing a rat-filled bucket or container over a victim’s stomach, chest, or genitals. As the container was heat

It was time for round two, and this round would not be a quickie. After torturing for hours, I was barely functioning anymore, hanging on by caffeine and desperation. Torture wasn’t giving me the same enjoyment it normally did. Their screams echoed off the walls, but it may as well have just been static. The process was a means to an end. I mechanically cut off finger after finger, toe after toe, as if I was following a checklist.

"Mom! Ahhh!" Eiden tried to stand up. The lights turned off and on quickly. He didn't want to waste the opportunity and immediately ran to the door. Eiden banged loudly on the door. "Mom! Dad! Corrine! Help!" Eiden's body was lifted into the air again, but this time it was different. His eyes were wide open and his pupils turned white with his mouth open. His muscles began to tighten, Eiden felt an excruciating pain all over his body. He screamed but something stifled his voice. Eiden hit the floor hard. His eyes started to return to normal and the pain slowly disappeared. Eiden stood up slowly. The lights came back on normally. Just then the door opened.

I suggest you speak, maybe you might survive today. He snickered then pulled a chair for himself. As I said, he planned to make me frightened. Jericho wouldn't yield to this. I knew he was cold hearted. After threats are futile. The next course of action is tortue. Eight percent of terrorists, murders, and other criminals can't survive tortue. They'd give in after merely one hour of torture. The government employs specialized individuals who studied the human body, figured out all its weakness and how to exploit them. They pay them to inflict pay on other people. The body is flesh after all, that's why the CIA or FBI add tortue in their Training. To build a re

It was an excruciating sharp pain that rendered her neck paralyzed. 'Does it hurt? I presume, it must not!', he glided the pointy horns of the device down to her little exposed cleavage, lowering it till he reached near her abdomen. 'You tried to corner a prince, assassinate a princely figure, why shedding these crocodile tears now sweetheart?', he lulled making a sad face. 'Stop crying, will you!!?', he yelled gifting her another shock that even rippled through her ribs. She screamed as much as she could because the pain was unbearble, debilitating, harrowing.

Anything that had to do with lights out, black out, darkness, I completely hated it. This was one of the methods my father had always used to torture people in my pack, especially people who were suspected to be traitors. He would instruct his men to keep them, locked within a cage in total darkness. It was a torture method that had always worked most of the time and he had made me watch everytime.

Omar revealed. My eyes widened in horror at the thought of Alpha Ambrose torturing his own people. "What kind of torture?" I asked, my voice shaking with anger. "He beats them with sticks, whips them with ropes soaked in wolfsbane, and makes them run long distances without rest," Omar replied. I could feel my blood boil at the thought of Alpha Ambrose inflicting such cruelty on his own pack members. "How could he be so heartless?" I exclaimed. "He's using fear to control them. He wants them to be obedient and ready to fight against our packs," Omar said.

What am I even thinking? I hit my head slightly when I noticed my thinking was going overboard. Whatever, I pray things just go well, I am not ready to serve another punishment or get raped. Yeah, I would call it raping because I am always forced to have sex against my own will and I am not gaining any pleasure from it, I would call it torture because his hard bangs makes me cry abd feel pain alot. I guess he wasn't also having sex me to pleasure himself but just to torture me, does he even have a heart?

I began as I moved towards the center of the room. “If you keep up with this, he’s going to bleed out and you’d have all wasted your time with him. Torture doesn’t need to have immediate effect, it can take a while—a month or two perhaps, as long as it guarantees you results. White torture, also known as white room torture, is a kind of psychological torture in which the victim is completely isolated and denied any senses. A prisoner is confined to a cell that robs them of their identity and senses. It is most commonly employed in Iran, but there is evidence that th