Torture Novels & Stories

Freaking out that Libby was alive, but at the same time scared shitless of her. "Bell moved my organs around. She stabbed a kidney. It's something we have been working on. In situations like this. Torture is the first form of punishment before your captures try to kill you." Libby explains slowly, taking deep breaths. The significant amount of blood loss taking a toll on her.

The relentless assault had reached a crescendo, a symphony of torment orchestrated by a sadistic conductor. In the suffocating silence, I yearned for the ordeal to cease. I longed for respite from the physical and emotional anguish that held me captive. Tears, once my only way of letting out my pain, had run dry. He reveled in his cruelty, hurling insults, spitting on me, and exposing me like a helpless prey destined for the slaughter. As I lay there, battered and broken, I wondered if he had also done this to any other woman. Perhaps Mirage had experienced this too. With the way he executed his torture, it didn't seem like his first time.

“What did you just say?” Maddox barked. “It just stopped biting me. I don't know why. Probably it's not a monster like you who never gets tired of torturing people.” Nisha said, with the little confidence in her. Maddox was baffled as how the creature, which is known for its relentless torture. He got so furious that he dragged Nisha out of the cage to his bathroom. Vivian followed him to see what he was going to do to Nisha. Maddox turned on the tap to make his bathtub filled with water. When it was filled up, he carried Nisha and put her in the bathtub as she was trying to fight to release herself. He pinned her to the bathtub, so she would not be able to co

I screamed, struggling against my restraints. The head guard glared at me, his face twisted in a menacing glare. "I will ask you one last time, War Alpha." He raised one of the coals with the metal handle, bringing it closer to my thigh. A wave of excruciating pain hit me as the coal was placed on my left thigh, the heat burning through my skin like a branding iron. I arched my back and let out a scream that shook the walls of the torture room. It brought back memories of being stabbed repeatedly in the chest by enemies and punishing Rogues in my dungeon. Now, I was experiencing the pain myself for a crime I didn’t commit.

They were naked and being beaten. However, it was more than mere beating—it was outright humiliation and torture. The footage showed appalling methods; red-hot metal was pressed against the men's chests, and their hair was set ablaze. Then, a woman's voice sounded. "Put out the fire." Her voice was eerily familiar, but amidst the overwhelming cries of pain, I couldn't quite place it. The torturers in the video cackled with cruel glee. In an appalling act, they unzipped their pants and urinated on the men they were tormenting.

My heart trembled in fear when I heard that. He showed me needles, huge needles, almost the size of the veins. “These needles will be stabbed into your arms and legs. And since you're a beautiful woman, I'll pierce your nipples with these as well. I'll push a rod up your ass and another up to your pussy. Then I'll turn on the electricity. You'll be electrocuted until you pass out. The process will repeat ten times. But I won't let you die.” The way he was telling me about that horrific torture so excitedly, made me reconsider my decision.

They would always be coming up with new ideas for torture. Apart from fractured bones, I also have tremors, and my body is having uncontrolled seizures, especially when there are battles in Wengarthria. I felt the recent fall of Konneyard, but my body suffered the hardest from the recent breach to Macabantrah. Sometimes, the pain and tremors get so intense that I faint. It is annoying to be so…weak…mortal…defenceless, humane and vulnerable. Did Aralyn feel like this when I tortured her, or was it worse? No, she wasn’t deprived of her celestial self. I have just affected her wolf with wolfsbane. Yeah, dickhead just keep on trying

It was like the walls themselves swallowed his voice, leaving him trapped in his silent agony. They forced him into a metal chair, strapping him down as cold water was poured over him, freezing his body to the bone. Electric shocks jolted through him, making every nerve in his body scream. The pain was unbearable, yet they didn’t stop. The torturers whispered in his ear, reminding him of the isolation, the endless darkness, and the fear that he would never escape.

“No! NO! Oh God, please!” Giordano grabbed the kid’s hand, twisted his finger back slowly. Snap. The scream echoed like music. Scarface winced. “Shit, boss. You’re in a mood.” “I’m tired of the games. Tired of being made a fool. Tired of her slipping through our goddamn fingers.” Giordano kept going. Torture wasn’t just a tool, it was therapy. Pain made people talk. Even if they didn’t know what they were saying. It gave him control. Purpose. Power

I didn't reply, because words were pointless in moments like this. Torture wasn't just about pain. It was about stripping away control and breaking the mind before the body followed. I crouched in front of him, grasped his tied hands, and slowly rubbed his fingernails. “Let’s see how long you last.” First, I pulled a nail from his finger. His screams echoed through the room, but he still didn't talk. I continued with the second and third, seeing him break down, but he remained silent, so I kept going.