Torture Twists Novels & Stories

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 to sugarcoat it to yourself to make it sound better. With her t

Seeing how much I liked him, Dad reached out to the Twilight pack to discuss an arranged marriage. But after I was abducted and my face temporarily disfigured in that fire, Easton had heartlessly broken off the engagement. It wasn't until I got engaged to Andre that Dad—hoping they'd value and cherish me—offered the Twilight pack a stream of trade deals. That was how the once insignificant Twilight pack rose to power so quickly. I knew the Twilight pack would neither give up those benefits easily, nor would they let me go without a fight. But I also wanted to make them regret everything they had done to hurt me.

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

Ortiz begged, tears carving tracks through the blood on his face. Rage ignited in my veins. I surged to my feet, my voice a blade against his throat: “Did you care about the children you stole? The ones who cried for their parents? No. So why should I care about your worthless spawn?” The realization hit me like a gift. “Since you love her so much… we’ll torture you together.” Calm settled over me. Instructional, almost gentle, I said, “You have to twist after the break—snap the tendons for maximum damage.” Demonstrated on her other ankle. Another scream.

I was hot, flushed and aching at the groin, I couldn’t be tortured! “No. Jack, please.” I breathed, shaking my head to him. Oh no, he was going to torture me! He licked his fingers painfully slow, and ran his tongue over his bottom lips seductively. He got his rocks off seeing me suffer, I was sure. “Will you defy me again?” he purred, introducing his fingers between my thighs. I whimpered, I couldn’t deal with his torturing tactics today. He slowly entered me with two fingers, jerking them repeatedly along my G-spot.

The torture video played on the small screen like a scene from the deepest pits of hell, Marcus’s face twisted with cruel focus as he extracted information from Vee in a dimly lit room. Elara’s breath seized in her throat, the brutal images searing into her mind with merciless clarity. The tech heir’s methods were savage, his questions sharp as blades while Vee’s pleas echoed through the speakers. Horror flooded the hideout, wrapping around everyone present like invisible chains that tightened with each passing second.

I screamed in great pain and my tears were already scattered all over my face. My body felt very hot and I was already sweating. "Let go of me." I said tiredly. The creature said nothing and continued with the torturing pain it gave me. It's eyes were directly fixed on my face which added to my terror. The body was that of a dirty and withered spider but the face had six eyes on each side and one side of the face was that of an ugly baby and the other side was of an ugly and wrinkly old man's face.

When Tyr returned to the head office, the wails and shrieks had stopped coming from the torture chamber. Tyr arrived at the torture chamber and laughed disdainfully at Hanley Foster and Denton Hansen lying on the floor undergoing a mental breakdown. “I have only used half of the punishments from Six Doors. I dare not proceed, for they will surely die.”

The torturers whispered in his ear, reminding him of the isolation, the endless darkness, and the fear that he would never escape. Chris gasped for breath, his heart pounding in his chest as they pulled out a glowing iron rod. His eyes widened in terror as they pressed it against his skin, burning deep into his flesh. The smell of his own burning skin made him retch, but there was no escape. The pain was endless, a never-ending cycle of suffering and torment.