White Room Torture Novels & Stories

The room of pain. On the key there was a little plaque hanging with the room number, number thirteen, and she didn't take long to find it and when they unlocked it and entered, they understood why Vicktor had compared it to the movie, it was very similar. The room was reddish with the red lights on and not too bright; in the reddish dimness, they could see that there were more people there, like in a gym, because the room looked a lot like a gym with its various gadgets. Silhouettes of couples, in the most diverse positions. The room was bigger than the girls had imagined, the size of a soccer field, and each corner had a different theme. A cage on one side, all red and black netting, and a

it's called the black house. I reached the last floor and the door opened. So here we have 3 rooms. 1st room is called the white room, I don't usually kill people in there. It's where we get to have conversations and if you comply well and agree to our conditions or confess, we'll let you go. The second room is the red room, things get really bloody in there. I just basically kill you on the spot if I see no usefulness in you. Then the black room, that's the room of severe and intense torture.

My whole body was a trembling mess, tears streaming from my eyes. As my chest tightened, I cracked my eyes open. The white door with a vintage doorknob was chipped and dented as if it had been forcefully smashed open. I knew there were wooden steps descending into the darkness, the torture room. The basement.

The other moles can help me identify their colleagues, but as for Bianca and her lover, I need them for something else entirely, I am going to torture them separately and I will get them talking in no time. When Bethany left, I paid a visit to Bianca and her murderous lover. I have a special cell that I use in carrying out this type of torture. It is a brightly lit room that has a huge thick glass in the middle. The glass serves as a demarcation, and it is thick enough to block out all sounds, so the two rooms a soundproof. You could see what is happening in the other room but you can’t hear what is being said. I had them strapped to a barbed wire, with a high current passing through it. The

The only bathroom I had access to use was the tiny bathroom attached to my tiny room under the stairs and the only water that flowed in was cold, ice cold even. That was the work of Mrs. White, the Luna of Blue Moon pack. She manipulated the pipes carrying water to my bathroom so that the water they carried was always ice cold like the melted snow during the winter months. Speaking of winter, that was when I usually suffered the most. I had to wake up before everyone and begin my chores and after I was finished with them, I had to make do with the ice cold water for my shower and I could not escape it. I could not do without showering for a day. Mrs. White would not allow it. She knew that t

He felt jealous of him, he’d watched Selene closely, she’d noticed, there eyes had locked once, the guard knew immediately that he’d wanted Selene, Selene had finally found his new puppet. They took Mr White to the torture room, the opened the bolted metallic door, bloodstains lay across the room, this showed that someone was just from leaving the place. A chair with chains on the sides lay in the midst of the room, they sat him to the chair as he struggled to get up, tied both his hands and legs, then passed an electrical wire across his body, at any time if he tried to summon his wolf, a thousands of electrical volts shocked him away, any time he moved, electrifying volts passed through hi

Broken. Creeping under the shower, I let the cold water pelt down on me, just what I needed to calm the volcano eruption and keep my temper contained. I turned, facing the wall and bracing my fist against it, head down as I soaked up the welcoming feeling, still and alone in my thoughts. I didn’t realise how long it had taken, when I finally pushed my body out, I didn’t feel any better. I slipped into a simple short and a T-shirt, ignoring the matching pyjamas Robin had threatened me to accept. Putting it on would literally slit my soul, I’d had enough of that in the past couple of days. I plonked into the bed, back sinking into the mattress, eyes glued up to the ceiling. What was she doing

“This isn't the floor my mother was staying on.” The nurse smiled again. “No, Miss Oxford.” Something about that smile made Marilyn suspicious. “Your mother's room has been upgraded.” “Upgraded?” “Yes.” The nurse pressed another button. “To one of our VIP recovery suites.” Marilyn stared. “What?” “I assumed you already knew.” Marilyn didn't answer. Because she didn't. The elevator doors opened. The floor they stepped onto looked nothing like the rest of the hospital. Everything was different here. More luxurious. More exclusive.

He did not ask for this, no one asked for this, and I did not ask to be cheated on and humiliated. “Please don't talk to me, " He said, betraying all the hope I had, just when I finally thought I was getting to him, we neared the white room, the white room was actually white, and it is located at the far end of the pack. As we got to the room I was meant to be placed in, I saw some girls that have already been put there waiting for the time when they would be taken away, and captured by their fates.

It's a thin blanket and I don't think will help her much in keeping her warm, but I know that she probably feels self conscious about being in her underwear since they won't give her any other clothing. I want to help her keep her modesty as much as I can. Anything to make her feel more comfortable. I look around the room we're in. It's a small room and the walls are white, the wall on the left has the chains that held me during my torture session. It's stained with my blood. I'm grateful it's my blood and not hers though. There's a small toilet and sink in here, this small cot that Lux is laying on, and a rolling cart. They put the food on there and it's where Michael puts his torture devic