White Room Torture Novels & Stories

Ensuring not to wake her, I tip toed out of the room, silently closing the door behind me The torture room was were Ralph had tied them up, their mouths gagged with a rag, the lights illuminating the room were bright orange, the heat in the place could cook stake, still in my slacks, I walked in enjoying the look of the shorter guy trembling, this is how it’s supposed to be. “We could either get this over with or take the whole night, but before I begin the questioning, I want to give you a pre-nup of what you’ll be facing if you do not tell me the truth”

She did not want anything of it. “Carlo, prepare the RedRoom.” He said to one of his bodyguards as they left. The RedRoom? The infamous room had the most torturous weapons to unalive a person. Ayah shuddered at the thought. She remembered when Mia told her once about the RedRoom only a few of the international government associates had. Now, Ayah will be sentenced to that infamous torture by The Ruthless. “Monster,” She whispered.

After a minute or two, two psychiatrists came to me and accompanied I and the priest to the room my wife was kept. It had been changed to a soundproof door along with the walls. One of the psychiatrist opened the door for I and the priest to get in. Immediately the door was opened my wife's screams were loud again. "Leave us alone." The priest said to the psychiatrists. "Excuse me?" One of the psychiatrists said. "Yes, leave us alone." The priest repeated.

she was Imprisoned. The interior of the Sanatorium was a Sensory Deprivation Chamber. The walls were a perfect, non-reflective white. The floors were padded to silence the sound of paws. There was no scent of pine, no scent of blood, and no scent of fear. It was a World without an Olfactory Narrative.

Ashton I was just standing on the corner, there were almost ten guards inside the room including their boss who was staring at them with deadly eyes. I can't figure out why this was called the torture room when the only thing I could see inside was the king-size bed and the huge cabinets around. I mean the torture room that movies and books always trying to visualize is that torture room is a messy room with a stinky smell and lots of paraphernalia that used to kill anything that moves, but this room is far from that, this room could pass as an entertainment room if only there is a flat-screen TV in here.

I stumble into the white room and squint as the harsh white lights bounce off every inch of the space. The cold air in the room encroaches on me. It chills me to my core. I've never seen a room so intimidating, so terrifying. The icy, grout-less tiles burn at the soles of my feet, and in the centre of the stark room is a large drain. My imagination runs wild and nervous bile rises up my throat.

My wolf paced in terror and that is when I felt some sort of needle being placed into my arm. “Uncover their faces,” Melina demanded. I looked around quickly seeing Laura on a large metal hook dangling like me and bloodied as I’m sure I was. She looked terrified and more so when she met my eyes. We both spit our rags and screamed. Melina laughed in response. “Oh yes, please go on and scream but nobody will hear you. Look around, I bet you didn’t know there was an actual torture room in our humble abode. “ I did quick surveillance and noticed the entire room was built of solid brick including the ceiling and saw whipping chains, knives, and several other torture items that made me squirm try

Within seconds my entire body goes numb, and a familiar darkness settles over my vision again. When I regain consciousness again, I am alone in a dark stone room. It almost looks like a dungeon with cold, wet, stone walls and a small iron gate. I am no longer at the mansion, and the more I look around, the more I realise, this is no dungeon. It is a torture room. The walls are lined with a collection of torture devices. There are devices here that were used for medical procedures in the Middle Ages. The devices are still in use by the look of the dried blood on them. Whoever brought me here, brought me here to die a slow and painful death.

I have decided that I will treat this matter in a cool and sensible way. I am still mad at her for making me hurt my mate's feelings. I told my friend to summon them inside my torture chamber so that I could find out who was responsible for this. I bring in prisoners and torture them in this room. Some I killed; others I tortured and left to die. The floor was coated with white paint, a big mistake because the white color had a crisscross stain of blood on it. The blood stains covered the whole part of it; you could tell that the floor was once white because of the down part that was covered with a table and table cover.

He was lying down on the bed now, looking pale. "I think he caught a fever." She remarked. The two men standing by the bed nodded in agreement. "But, he wasn't in the rain for long. How did he get it so quickly? I guess all this sturdy built is nothing?" The last statement came out sarcastically. "He has a very sensitive system. He didn't even pass out when he spent five days in the black room." She blinked in confusion. "Black room? What's that?" The guys hesitated to talk but eventually did. "It's the torture room in the American special force." Reuben replied her.