Torture Twists Novels & Stories

The repercussions of crafting an intricate series of lies about my identity were far more severe than expected. The first deception regarding my background created discord within the office, and my fear of being discovered kept me silent. However, truth inevitably comes to light despite how elaborate the secrets and deceptions are. The burden of my concealed realities now bears down on me, as the exposure of my dishonesty triggers a series of events that could alter the course of my entire existence. "Marry me or get fired!" His harsh and uncompromising tone pierced through the air, ensnarling me with his gaze. His rebellious grin leaves me bewildered by a choice that could bind my destiny t

Her mind raced with memories she thought she had long buried. Marcus's laughter was a cold, sly sound. "You'll never be free from me, Elle. I know all your damn secrets, and I'll use them to drag you back down into the darkness with me." He pulled her hair, his grip tight, and she winced in pain. "Do you understand me?" As she tried to free herself, Marcus felt her trembling in his grip. Her hands shook, and her eyes teared up. "Now come with me," he growled, pulling her with a strong force. Tears poured down her cheek as she screamed for help, struggling and fighting back.

It was colder in the tunnel than I had anticipated. Narrow, twisting, filled with inscriptions and Latin prayers half-erased by moss. But as we ventured deeper, the walls began to change. Symbols emerged. Not religious ones. Branded. Burned. Salvage marks. Nikolai muttered, “They mapped their power through the bones of the city.” After about an hour, Ambrose came to a halt. “Here,” he said. “This door leads to the transfer station.” “What transfer station?” I asked, confused.

My stomach twisted when I saw them laid out. A pair of leather gloves. A thin metal rod. Restraints. And a small waterproof bag filled with ice. I knew exactly how each one was used. The ice was the worst. People feared fire, knives, guns. Ice broke people faster than all of them. It was used to shock the nerves, slow the blood, numb the pain just enough that torture lasted longer. You could hold it against ribs, under the jaw, between fingers—keep a person conscious while their body screamed.

Unlike few other maids that acted neutral. She poured cold water on my laps. So freezing. “I reserved that in the ice dungeon for you." Elowen said. My laps froze, shaky. He traveled his hands in the hair and struck my laps with the cane. My skin tightened beneath, peppery, aching. He didn't stop hitting, Sylvia poured boiling water along. Both ice and boiling us used for the torture. The pains was some kind I could not describe. My mouth was already sealed, if not my noises would trigger the roaming mischief of Rats.

Torturing people made her happy, what if. *****

"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 this form of torment. What they call torture, I call childhood. T

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 she desires him to hell and back. If he gives himself to her, she'd take it, leaving nothing behind and even request for more.

Terror bound their muscles; terror sealed their voices—because the moment they begged, the spike would tear through both throat and chest. And so, the endgame of the Fork was self-destruction—death by one’s own hand, forced by terror. A cruel and brilliant torture, wasn’t it? Alejandro considered the Tongue Tearer for a moment but dismissed it with ease. That device belonged to liars, and he wanted something far worse for them. “Remove the Tongue Tearer. I won’t use it,” he commanded coldly. His men obeyed instantly. This punishment wasn’t for traitors; these fools required something harsher. “Boss, the Catherine Wheel is ready,” one of his men reported as Alejandro selected his next tool.

Each limb, each bone, is being broken… one little piece at a time… Her body writhes and twists violently before she stills and begins convulsing. Now she’s being stabbed repeatedly… An eternity of suffering, she shall feel it all. Blood pours out of her mouth from her self-inflicted wounds, which are nothing compared to what I have put her through. A spell created by Endora… I know I shouldn’t have used it, but I really don’t care… Before my very eyes, I can see her succumb to the torture. The screams, begging and sobbing begin to die down after several minutes.