Torture Novels & Stories

"You know, you being difficult and not talking is precisely what I wished for and wanted. It gives me the excuse to do to you as I wish." I look at the tool I picked as I spoke. The tool, a thumbscrew, is one of my favorite torture devices that I use on those that fall victim to my torture. The device has two flat metal pieces that my victims' thumbs are placed, connected by one or more screws. The metal bars have ridges, either smooth bumps or sharp spikes, that would bore into their thumbs, trapping them in the metal mechanism, thereby crushing their bones.

Carlos interrupted my thoughts and continued. "Okay so we tortured him pretty badly. Like even burnt him in places, beated him up and lastly I used one of my personal favourite torture machine which would slowly drill into his body until it reaches his heart. So I'm pretty sure that it was a very painful experience for him. He was also muttering apologies, begging and saying things which I have already recorded in the video and I'll share it with you. I thought he would die as soon as the machine would pass through his heart but that motherfucker died as soon as the drill was about reach his heart. He died due to insufferable am

".. I don't know...Alpha...I was just called to treat her.." I looked at Chris and he too had a blank face Someone goes and does whatever he want's and these guys don't even know I made my way towards the dungeons "Alpha ..wait..it's late...you can solve this matter tomorrow.." No I can't wait..I need to see her . 4 th degree torture is the worst of all I can't even imagine her suffering so much pain... Till 3rd degree blood is not threatened but 4th degree is all about blood.

Three days later... Torture. A lot of people think it's when you get locked up in an old dark cell by the police or gangs to be tortured with all kinds of harmful technologies. It's not always done by being violent. They could still use a few pointers. Torture to Destiny; It's when your addiction is right under your nose, looking delicious and tempting yet you can't have it. What could be more wicked by being tortured by what you desire? For the past three days of being around Wilhelm without him coming close or touching her, she has come to terms with the fact that

"You're confusing Lima. You've undergone extreme torture that even the bravest man couldn't endure. Each time thriving. How is this even possible? A woman with your build surely should've cracked after the first method. We've tried multiple torture methods and you haven't budged once." I don't respond. There's no reason to. While he may be asking, he's not actually looking for an answer. I know exactly why I haven't crumbled, but the reason only just makes me upset. I'm the way I am because of my past. From the extreme torment I was put through at such a young age. Their tactics are useless against me. As I've grown up used to t

He did not even dare to look up at Fane, feeling like he would be skinned alive if he did. Carville knew that Fane was not joking. Even if he could not be killed, the rules did not restrict torture. As long as the torture did not leave any permanent injuries, then there would be no punishment. Permanent injuries referred to injuries that could not be healed. If Fane shattered all his bones or skinned him alive, those would not be considered permanent injuries. After all, consuming a high-level pill would recover those injuries after some time. Permanent injuries referred to things like crippling one's core or shattering their so

Harry asks Rick to keep Zack sitting in the room, while Harry will call someone else… to bring Jacob into this room. 'Oh… it will be very nasty.' Said the wolf. 'This is called psychological torture. I will torture him until he can't live anymore. If someone says physical torture is brutal, I'll introduce you to my new method… .this shit will kill him alive! I promise! ' 'Oh… You naughty Beta. I like you… Alpha will be proud of you…” Teased the wolf. 'This business will be finished when alpha returns, I promised him. He deserves it.'

He walked out of the room, flinging the door open. "Master." Lucas bowed at him, standing in the door. "Torture him." He walked away, dropping the gun stained with blood on the floor. "Yes." Lucas bowed slowly, even he knew, that whenever he mentioned 'Torture.' It was true pain, the type of pain that made one wished for nothing but death. It sounded pleasing to the ears to watch one being tortured. The feeling was undescribable, and Lucas had to go through it everyday, it was part of his routine, part of his norm, he went through it everyday.

Who would have thought killing her father wouldn't have made her talk? "Confess," one of the people torturing her demanded, his voice cold and devoid of emotion. "Tell us everything you know about Rodrigo." Tanya spat blood onto the floor and glared at him. "Fuck you," she hissed, her voice barely more than a whisper. The man’s face twisted into a cruel smile. "Very well," he said, stepping back to allow another man to take his place. The new man carried a toolbox filled with implements of torture, each one designed to inflict the maximum amount of pain.

The physical discomfort he was experiencing seemed insignificant compared to the emotional torment that tore through him. The room, once a place of controlled pleasure and pain, had become a chamber of torture, a reflection of the inner turmoil that Carver was experiencing. The darkness around him felt suffocating, a physical manifestation of the isolation he had imposed on himself. Each breath was a struggle, each moment hanging from the rack a reminder of the consequences of his actions.