Torture Princess Novels & Stories

A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, echoed in the confined space. “Where you belong, princess. For now.” A hand, large and calloused, brushed against her cheek, a touch that made her skin crawl. She flinched away, a desperate, futile movement. “Don’t touch me.” Her voice, though still weak, held a surprising edge of defiance. “Feisty, ain’t she?” the gruff voice mused. “James sure picked a spirited one.”

The princess screamed, desperately pushing against the restraints as Hades applied more pressure to the clamp, crushing her fingers one by one. Tears fell from her eyes as she attempted to struggle, her uncle brutally performing experiments on her while she remained strapped in the wooden chair; completely defenceless. Elika whimpered as the regeneration process started almost instantly, beginning to stitch her bones back together as Hades worked tirelessly to break them; the process deadly agonising. He had somehow amplified her ability, ensuring that she healed after every burst of torture he threw her way; unrelenting as he tested the boundaries of power. Crying, the princess placed her h

As soon as the generals left, the guard started torturing the princess. The pain of being electrocuted was something Nazima has never experienced before she felt like her insides were being pierced by a thousand needles. Her whole body was in pain, numbness, weakness, and difficulty moving her limbs. She felt all that, and it was only the beginning. She could not help but think that the general was right.

"D-Dead?!" Porsha nodded. "Our Princess has zero tolerance for disrespect. She has rules of her own. She would cut of your tongue and have you whipped then kill you." Her expression went grave as she recalled something. "I've seen it happen once with my own eyes." Goosebumps scaled Cordin's skin and he shivered, trying not to imagine it. "Was it someone you knew?"

“What are you talking about?” Alexander’s hands tightened into fists ,“Eliza… She tortured a prince.” My blood turned to ice. “What?” “She—” He took another breath, as if choosing his words carefully. “The prince of the Western Plains. She kept him captive. She tortured him.” My stomach churned. I knew Maya was ruthless. I knew she had always been willing to go to extreme lengths for power, for control—but this… “This isn’t all,” Alexander said. I swallowed hard. “Tell me.”

"And then bring me a drink. Scotch. Two fingers." I stared at his back. He didn't see a human being. He didn't see the girl he'd kidnapped and tortured. He saw a servant. A tool. Something that existed to meet his needs. And as I knelt back down into the gray dust, my body trembling from exhaustion and hunger, I realized something that broke the last piece of me still holding on. The Princess was dead. She had died in the cathedral. This gray, silent thing scrubbing floors and cleaning ash was all that was left.

Murmuring tore through the silence, I could hear the anger and dissatisfaction in their whispers. “Silence.” I ordered after a while of whispering. Silence followed my order. They all avoided my glance, all except Elder Joan. “My king,” he said, his tone calm but perfectly masking rage or maybe irritation. “We are running out of time. We have to use any means possible to make sure we get the information out of the prisoners.” I clenched my fists. “My means, what are you implying then?” He shrugged. “We can torture them until they tell us what we want. Especially the princess. There is no way the king would not have told a member of his family about the shadow bride.”

After dropping my numb body on the floor, she left before saying, " Look at you woman! You were his favourite but now, the most tortured person in the whole castle is only you!" I could barely hear them out. After they all left me alone in the dungeon, I began to whine in pain. It was true that Nicolas never tortured me. I tried to remain calm so that I could heal faster than regular. At that moment, a crying voice came from the opposite of the dungeon, separating us by the iron bars, " Princess!!!!"

Mino witnessed with his own two eyes how a deep and long scar appeared on the princess's back. At the same time, a new region of her body was becoming filled with little yet severe wounds that were currently bleeding. The princess seemed to want to die due to the excruciating agony. She can feel all of the child's injuries from the past and present. The child's body continued to glow, and it appeared as if hundreds of whips were being struck at the princess.

I replied, “It can’t be worse than seeing the pictures of what was done to me.” King Mateo had a confused look on his face and Aidinth explained, “When Chloe and I got together and she moved into the castle, we had an issue with a woman in our kingdom who had this idea that she wanted to be princess. She was willing to do anything to get it. Including trying to kill my mate.” I interrupted, “She wanted to torture me before she killed me. She wanted me to suffer and beg her for death before she killed me.” Aidinth sighed in regret, “Unfortunately, she got pretty far before we caught her. She was able to skin Chloe’s arms and legs and core flesh from her abdomen. She was stabbing frantically w