Torture Novels & Stories

Then, he unleashed a flurry of merciless punches and kicks before saying coldly, “Fuck the Convention! I’ll let you experience what it means to be hacked into minced meat right now!” After speaking, Noir stabbed Kabreh’s fingers with the knife and twisted it cruelly, nearly tearing a chunk of flesh off. “Arghhh!” Kabreh lasted less than three seconds against such inhumane torture and surrendered. “I-I’ll talk. I’ll talk now!” His voice trembled heavily as he spoke, “In truth, I don’t have a cure.” Kabreh saw the look in Noir’s face and quickly added, “I swear, there really isn’t a cure...”

If he wasn’t being held up by his restraints, he would be slumped on the floor in unconsciousness. “Hit him with a hot shot and get me a whiskey and something to clean up with,” I tell one of the warriors in the room. “Yes, Alpha!” the warrior says and hurries out of the room. A hot shot is an accelerated healing serum that we use in torture. The person feels everything. Every little bit of their bones mending, their nerves straightening, and their skin reknitting. It happens in a matter of minutes and puts a huge strain on their heart. And once they’re healed, we can break them all over again.

He has torture him so many ways he himself doesn’t know. ‘You know when I was in Harvard school, I saw my friends who were in biology or chemistry department, they used freeze, thaw their samples. What if you guys do that huh?’ He didn’t understand a single word due to dizziness. But the moment he said something tricky his men have stopped torturing him. No don’t think he was left alone, cause ever since Abhay told them abiut freeze thaw they have started freeze thaw him. They literally put him in a – 80-degree Celsius freeze and left him for hours until he lost his sense. Again he was taken out and kept under the scorching Sun until he was completely sweaty.

One girl down. I hadn't experienced it myself but I had heard about the pain that accompanied being marked. When an Alpha took his chosen mate and sank his teeth into her, marking her flesh for all eternity and tying them together through a soul string- it’s an unimaginable pain. I once heard from a wanderer, a human, about a form of torture that they used on those who had committed crimes- extract information or simply because they had done something unforgivable. I could imagine the torture of which he spoke was equivalent to the pain of being marked.

He yanks my hair painfully, his eyes are ablaze with a malicious smirk. "I should just fuck you till you bleed!" He rams into me brutally. Relentless. Merciless. My scrotum is burning with the insane desire for release. I can feel my orgasm nearing, but the only thing that jolts through my dick is intense discomfort. The rod is preventing it from coming out "Pierce, it's going to explode, take it out!" Pierce's expression is deranged and cruel as he twists the tube deeper still. I'm a sobbing mess but he continues the torture until I feel as though I'll die.

Defining Torture was a task. “You know, at first, when I started my training, my husband promised that he would teach me how to torture people. I was shocked and confused. Why in the world would I need to learn the art of torture? Would I actually ever have to use it? I wondered. I was living a pretty peaceful life at the time so I never considered things like that.” Nina started. She stood up from her seat after Doctor Tim was done patching her up. She would heal with time.

This method of torture could disfigure him for life and he knows that. A little metal scoop was handed to me and I scooped out a large quantity of boiling oil and took a step closer to Marcel. Signaling the two men to pin him down for him to move too much. I grab the finger I just broke and dip it into the hot oil and oh … it burnt deep into his flesh and his screams were as loud as a siren which only angered me the more. I pull out the finger and this time I drag his hands Close to the pot of oil and dip it in there letting the oil work its wickedness over his skin, frying it till was almost dried as meat.

Everyone fell silent again and looked to Nathaniel for an answer. “Unfortunately, ladies and gentlemen,the wounds found on the body are evidence of a long and exhausting torture”, said Nathaniel, “and I do not want to go into the details of all this, but I will say that the only reason to torture a person in this way is to extract very important information, or if there is mental unstability. I am afraid that in this case both are possible. The people present were well aware of the terrible consequences. Darren, one of Nathaniel’s confidants and a long-time friend, rose from his seat and began to speak quietly:

We watched as their bodies started to shake and tears fell from their eyes, but their screams were nonexistent thankfully because I hated hearing banshees in heat. A minute was given for them to rest before I pressed the mute button, giving them back their voice. “Answer me truthfully, or we keep this up. That was just the lowest setting. It goes up to ten. That had caused the guy an aneurysm. What’s it going to be?” I drawled out the question to emphasize it. They kept repeating ‘no’ and ‘please don’ts’ showing me that they did not like this form of torture. It really was effective, which was why it was often used to get confessions. The absence of it was a g

But the one thing I wouldn't stand for was him touching Raven. I picked up the small round remote on the table and pressed its button. Immediately, he screamed in pain, the chains holding him in place, sending waves after waves of electricity through his body. In a matter of seconds, he was vomiting black blood. The equipment was used for torturing spies into giving up information and should never be used on a pack member. But I knew if I delayed, he would only lie, so I directly tortured him into confessing. "No, stop... Aah-" he screamed in pain, and I didn't doubt how painful it was. He looked up at me and began to mutter, "I don't have the antidote... I do